HDH and I hosted a work-related get-together last night. We ordered in from a local Chinese place. There were, roughly, 40 people here last night - so A LOT of Chinese food was consumed.

Email from HDH this morning (verbatim):


From : HDH
Sent: 8:00 a.m.
To : HDW
Subject : receipt

GH,
I think the receipt for the chinese place might be in the trash can. Could you retrieve it for me?
Sensi

My response:

From: HDW
Sent: 8:01 a.m.
To: HDH
Subject: re: receipt

I will kick you in the balls.



Now, I didn't look in the big, stinky trash can. I didn't rifle through 8 bags of discarded chinese take-out. I just didn't care. I got my car washed, bought new lipstick and cleaned the kitchen.

Tonight, after HDH came home ... said, "Oh, look. Here it is". IT WAS ON HIS DAMN DESK THE ENTIRE TIME.

I will STILL kick him in the balls.

Batter up, bitches!