Sometimes I’m truly amazed at just how BAD of a wife I really am. Honestly I feel sorry for my husband sometimes. It’s bad enough that I don’t cook – no really I don’t – and have no desire to learn but I’m also not very good about cleaning the house. Pretty much the only thing I have going for me in the “domestic wifey” column is the fact that I keep our bank account in the black and he really doesn’t have to worry about the bills getting paid. He asks me if we can afford such and such and he can totally trust my answer. (side note: I hardly ever say no to a request just out of spite – hence the new $500 shotgun in the closet) However yesterday…oh my god…I crossed a line…a big one…

So there we were just chillin in the living room watching our beloved Illini basketball team. We are both pretty big sports fans and diehard Illini fans. It’s about mid-way through the game and the announcers are talking about how one of the differences in the game has been the “points in the paint”. This is the conversation that took place…

Him: so when they say points in the paint they mean the area below the free-throw line right?
Me: …are you kidding me…you don’t know what the paint is…how the hell can you call yourself a true fan…(lots of laughter)
Him: **angry silence**

He refused to speak to me for 10 minutes.

Lesson – If you husband is a sports fan and you happen to know more about a particular game or the lingo of said game you should NOT make fun of him when he doesn’t. Next time I will just keep my big mouth shut.

***UPDATE: I’m not sure if I was exactly clear…my husband wasn’t actually mad at me for making fun of him it was just a conversation that I thought was rather funny because really how often do wives have to school there husbands about sports…

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I had pretty much the worst “work” day I’ve ever had today. There was a period of time where I seriously contemplated marching into my bosses office and giving my two weeks notice. When you take into account I am leaving after I have my baby in June, it might not sound that earth shattering but I work in an accounting firm and needless to say this is not the time of year to be leaving. I can’t imagine the chaos that would ensue. Anyway…getting back to the point…

I’m going to a tropical themed party tomorrow night and that means wearing a skirt and flip-flops. Lets just say that my toes haven’t seen any “proper” care for several months, and I’m to the point now where I can’t tend to them myself, I simply can’t reach. So off I went to the mall after work to get the toe-sies done up. I walk in and the only other customers are two young boys, I would venture aged 7 to 10. They were both getting their toes done too. I was lucky enough to get the seat between them.

I had planned on sitting back closing my eyes and turning on the massage chair, needless to say the relaxing did not happen. Funnily enough it turned out to be just what I needed. Those two little boys were having the time of their lives getting their toes worked on. Their giggles were very infectious. When the guy started in on one of them with the “buffer”, you know the one that is agony if you are ticklish, the poor little boy nearly fell out of his chair from laughing and squirming. When the mom returned (she had just run to Penney’s apparently) the younger one proceeded to tell her how his toe had gushed blood when his cuticle was cut (because he was squirming no doubt). The poor mom was embarrassed as she looked around to see if anyone had heard him. When she caught my eye we both dissolved into laughter.

Turns out having a pedicure with two young boys is excellent therapy.

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