Anyone who is married or has been married knows that there comes a time when you fight. Well,we do this before we get married so why not continue on with the tradition, right? Some are big, some are small and some make no sense AT ALL (insert quirky rhyme here:)especially if a glass of wine or two was in the mix. Yes, it is true, I have been know to have a glass or two of wine. (yes, shocking but I am over 21) Not all the time but on a Friday night, it is nice to have a glass or two to decompress from the week.
(disclaimer:)If you are under 21 I don't endorse or recommend this.
So, we met up with friends, I had some wine and yes, our Friday night fight began. I am such a lame drinker that we have actually labeled my stupidity. Most of the time it is about NASCAR, clothes, shoes and the always present BUDGET (aka, spreadsheet)! You see, I am married to a military man. More than that but a military man that went to West Point. Mind you he some how has forgotten how to make a bed (wasn't that a course he took?????) but still we live off a spreadsheet. We are blessed enough that we are good financially, not great but good, however my husband plans for the future and I for the day. I firmly believe that I will be walking in those over priced shoes for years to come and on Friday night, it doesn't matter. I am right, you are wrong. This was a vow we took I am sure of that and I AM WRITE AND YOU ARE WRONG:) He did say I do, so why the argument? He believes that that one pair of black shoes should last forever. Are you KIDDING ME? Heels change! Pointy, square, round toe...come on! Black is not just black. It is BLACK!
Keep in mind, I am not alone in this as my perfect husband has been known to pick a fight or two (or just tell me that I may not be perfect...huh, what?) So he gets Mon-Thursday with Saturday being up for grabs.
Have I mentioned lately how much I just love Sunday :)
PS and my hubby.....(and Carter of course...and halo...josie...jack:)
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