Sheryl comes out of her room first thing this morning, stops in the living room and announces she is tired of this crap and then goes outside.
The SH looks at me and asks, what crap is she tired of this time?
It seems logical to me, so I reply, probably your crap.
He shakes his head no, saying, I only have imporant crap, people don't get tired of important crap first, people get tired of bullcrap first.
I tend to kind of agree with that, but there is always the possibility,dear, just a possibility, that you think it's important but truly it's just bullcrap.
He, very knowingly, shakes his head slowly and says, I think that proves where all the bullcrap is.
Apparently we have agreed to disagree.
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