Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Adulting is hard
Adulting is hard.
Take for example these two conversations my husband and I have had within the past 24 hours:
Husband (H): Babe, do you know where my keys are?
Me: No. Have you tried your pants pockets? Bedroom table? Kitchen?
H: I've checked all of those
Me: hhmm.... Do you need me to come home and help look for them?
H: Nah. I'm sure I'll find it
Me: You came home last night, greeted Lily and then joined me in the kitchen while I was making dinner.....Did you maybe leave them in the door
not 4 hours later:
Me: You are not going to believe what I've done
H: Oh God.
Me: I brought a bag of Lily's treats with me to work. I had them in my pockets from leash training.
Me: I wondered why I smelled like dog.
Couple notes. Lily is our dog. Hence the leash training. Weirdo.
Also, I refuse to use "lol" I can't do it. My husband does. I will not use it in my blog except to quote him.
If that doesn't give you a pretty darn good look in to our lives, I don't know what does.