For those of who don't know, currently my husband is working from home. And by working from home, I mean looking for work from home. That is right, like half of America, my husband has been laid of his job. I think it has been about three weeks now he has been home and I have a sinking feeling that I might be married to Mr. Mom (think Michael Keaton from the 80's flick.) First of all, the facial hair. The facial hair that drives me bonkers. My husband is usually a very handsome, clean shaven man, but since he does not have to go to "work," everyday, he is letting his mustache grow out. Grrr... Then there is the fact that last night he told me I was going to have to give up my woobie. Woobie being the 3rd pillow I had been using during my bronchitis nights to keep myself propped up. And finally, when I arrived home from work today, I found him decked out in a coordinating grey sweatsuit. I HATE sweats, to me they are like one step away from giving up on life completely. And my wonderful husband had a coordinating sweat outfit on...
If I come home tomorrow and he is playing poker with the neighbor ladies for coupons...I am in BIG trouble.
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