Momma said there'll be days like this, there'll be days like this momma said (NOT)
There are a few things you don’t want to hear your husband scream at the top of his lungs, from the bathroom, at 6:30 on a weekday morning – especially when you overslept by an hour and you know you are going to be late for work.
Some of those things are:
Oh my God!
Son of a bitch!
I don’t believe it!
You got to be kidding me!
As I put on my sweatpants I heard my husband, Marc, yelling all of these from the bathroom. With only one leg in my pants I made a mad dash into the room and screamed, “What happened?”
Marc didn’t answer. I bolted in, with the grace of an elephant. I was relieved to find him in one piece and in an upright position. As he stood there staring at Lucy, the kitten, I repeated, “What happened?”
Looking a little traumatized he replied, “I don’t fucking believe it,” was his response. This wasn’t very helpful….
“Can you please tell me what happened?” I asked.
“Lucy….Lucy….” He stammered. “She jumped in the toilet bowl.”
“Ugh. Okay. But that isn’t so terrible.”
“Oh it is… Because I was peeing!”
Remember to check out my giveaway!