I wish that Sinbad was coming over.
It’s been awhile since I’ve went on an angry rant regarding my personal life. That ends now. If there is one thing that I am sure of, it’s that when you see an e-mail from your wife that is titled “Don’t Be Mad”, that means that in less than a minute, you will be trying to eat Lennox Lewis’s children. Don’t tell me that I can’t be mad. I never agreed to be civil! I’m sure that you’re dying for some back story here.
Remember back in May when I wrote this post? You should re-read it anyway (because it’s hilarious) but the gist was that She$ was going back to her parents house for the weekend to visit yet, for some reason, they were coming to the ‘bus on Saturday and wanted to know if it was OK to stay with me. It most certainly was NOT OK with me but since I have no say and no one listens to my logical complaint, I shared the house that night with my in-laws while the wife got their house all to herself. This still makes zero sense to me.