Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Tuesday Confession

It's that time again. I've been too sick lately to do anything wrong but hmmm...let's see...oh!




I was mean to my husband yesterday. I cracked a whole bunch of really cruel jokes about his poor eyesight. I called him a decrepit and old, blind man who would probably start going bald next. This was an extra dagger since he's vain about his hair and scared to death of going bald. I had fun. He was trying to read a medicine label and the letters were too small so he asked me to read it for him. Instead I also asked him if I needed to go back to the store for some Depends. The meanest thing about it is that the medicine label he was trying to read was for the flu that I gave him.

He ignored me anyway so there's really nothing to feel guilty about. Plus I felt sorry for him catching the flu from me so this morning I made french toast for breakfast with homemade syrup. I'm sure I've said some meaner things but for now that's all I can think of.


He hates having his picture taken, they all look like he's hiding from the paprazzi or something.


Now it's your turn, if you dare. Who were you mean to lately?

7 comments:

Laurie said...

Oh my, I am rarely mean, but today I was pretty rotten to a state official. I sent in a grant statement over a month ago and today he emailed to say he hadn't gotten it. He was kind of snotty and since I have the proof of delivery in my desk drawer, I was not very nice back.

I'm a bad, bad girl.

Thailand Gal said...

I'm not what I would consider "mean"... but I got really impatient with the call distribution center at Comcast. :)


Peace,

~Chani

super des said...

The other day I was in a bad mood and was really mean to my boyfriend. I don't remember what I said, but I apologized later.

Laurie said...

I hope you are feeling better!

That's one clever little Yvonne said...

Homemade syrup? That's possible?

Courtney said...

I'm 'mean' to Dan all the time, I like to call him a commie, and he's 9 years older than me so I tease him about being old, too. I take pleasure in being mean to my brother (he's a horrid, hateful little man) but he finally got the hint and decided to leave me alone. For now he has, anyway. Sometimes it's just necessary to be mean.

Blondie said...

I am not mean. I am so nice that I'm perfect. Hee hee. I just can't think of anything I've said that's mean. LATELY.