The Sweet Husband

Manson and I

My poor sweet husband is so uncomfortable with his broken ribs, but he sees me upset about Sheryl dropping by and then leaving that he keeps trying to make me laugh, only problem is when I get started laughing, he starts as well, and when he laughs it's very painful.

I started crying when she left and he said at least this time she didn't think you were an escaped prisoner.

That started it, he was nearly in tears from pain by the time I got over choking on my coffee and laughing myself silly.

Right before Butch got out of the hospital, when we were getting his room ready for him, she came into the living room and looked directly at me and said, I really can't believe they gave you probation, are you sure you didn't just break out?

I looked behind me to see who the heck she was talking to, Randy looked at me and started grinning, and I said, uhhhh whut???

She said, you weren't in there more than a month and with what you did, it should have been much longer, you had to break out.

I'm totally confused by all this, first I haven't been anywhere more than a month, LOL, second, what the hell?

The SH looks at me, eyes twinkling and with rather a shaky voice says, you know they have all that prison overcrowding, that's probably why she got out early.

What the hell?

She said, next thing you know, Manson will be living in the back room, and walks out.

Manson and me, yep, thats who they are turning loose on the world.

I look at him and say why the hell does she think I've been in prison. His reply? Maybe its that ugly ass striped shirt you have on.

Ok, it was on then, my damn shirt isn't ugly, and when I can catch my breath again,after laughing so hard, I'm kicking your butt.

The SH still wonders if she thought Butch was Manson since he was staying in the back room when she left.