Coffee Cups & Jail Time

Mmmkay ...

Is it wrong that for the offense of using MY coffee mug and then not only NOT washing it out immediately upon returning home and placing it into its place of belonging - but not even running the dishwasher it spent its night in ... I seriously considered killing my husband this morning?




Really - is that so wrong of me?
I firmly believe this was clearly provocation on his part ... it's possible that one could even call it self defense of some sort or another. I mean - I NEED my coffee in the am... and it MUST be served in MY travel mug ... those are the rules. 

They were written into the marriage contract. Right after Paragraph 3, sub section 12: Under no circumstances is the husband to use the wife's toothbrush.

I'm just sayin'...

Comments

The Grasshoppa:Triplets Plus Two Momma said…
The question ***IS*** does ***HE*** know they were written in the contract?

It makes all the difference in the world.

But, I feel ya. Truly. You need a secret back up mug. Pronto :)
February 26, 2010 at 5:14 PM
The Grasshoppa:Triplets Plus Two Momma said…
BTW: I'm running to check my catologue pile right now...just in case :)
February 26, 2010 at 5:15 PM
Amethyst Anne said…
..can't stop...laughing...can't..find........marriage contract...
Damn its good to see you back!
February 27, 2010 at 8:52 PM
Spot said…
I've threatened to gouge my husband's eyes out with my thumbs for lesser offenses. For real.

♥Spot
February 28, 2010 at 11:52 AM
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