Otherwise titled “How Father’s Day Became Mother’s Day”

I have not been sleeping well for some time. I have always had sleeping issues, mostly trouble falling asleep, but recently I have been avoiding hitting the hay. 3am Father Day I wake up hubby to inform him of the time and the fact that he’ll have to get up with the kids so I can sleep in (I know, I’m such a peach). AT 10:30 am I drag myself out of bed feeling like I spent 7 hours getting beaten with a baseball bat rather than sleeping. Every step was pure hell. Pain radiated through my hip, down my leg, up my neck and down my arms. After cussing under my breath for a good 15 minutes I made a big breakfast for The Hubster- eggs, sausage, pancakes… While the kids were watching cartoons he informed me that he knew what he wanted for Father’s Day, I raised an eyebrow and he replied “A blow job would be fantastic”……
“Too, bad, I bought you shorts, Happy Father’s Day”

The Hubster then passed out for a nearly 2 hour nap, during which I decided that we are getting a new god damn bed. Ours is broken, seriously broken. There is a 3 inch dip in the center. The thing screams when you turn over; you can’t even imagine how grotesquely murder-in-progress it sounds during other activities (ahem).

Fat with breakfast, refreshed with sleep and sporting new shorts the Hubster was dragged to 3 different stores before we could strike a compromise. The bed I wanted was $1500 on super sale, the bed he wanted was which ever one was the cheapest. We compromised on a pillow top model for $900 (ouch and yet ahhhhh). After dropping an ass load of money we had to have the debt talk which comprised of him shitting a brick over our current debt load (much of which is from finishing the house) and me pointing out that they can’t reposess our new bed. Even if we live under a bridge, at least we’ll sleep well.

Furthering my nomination for wife of the year, we get home from bed shopping too late to make his requested dinner. I then decide the time would be opportune to take a crack at shaving the dog. Wow, what a pain in the ass. 1/2 way through The Hubster felt compelled to rescue the dog and finish the job. Pickles came out looking cute

To soften the blow of the day I decided to tell The Hubster about the Mo’Nique contest. I’m sure the idea of winning $10,000 made him worry a little less about the bed. I, of course, purposely failed to mention how far behind I am in the polls right now. Why? Because I am the eternal optimist. I know that my friends family and readers can help me win this one. If not for the sake of helping me then for the sake of a chance to win a VIDEO IPOD just for voting! Yes that’s right YOU can win a Video Ipod just for clicking 5 diamonds, registering and confirming your registration so your vote and entry for the Video Ipod will count! Why should you vote 5 diamonds for me? I’m cute as all get out and damn entertaining too (why else would you keep coming back?)

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What did you do for Father’s Day?