Sunday, March 15, 2009

my whine

I know that, the majority of the time, you're the kind of husband that any woman would want. You're great with the kids. I haven't had to do a dish in I can't even remember how long. You took me to see Watchmen on opening night, and you make me coffee on the weekends. You're allowed to screw up sometimes. But can you please manage to make your screw-ups NOT involve the bank account? How do you "forget" to cancel a one year subscription to a game that you haven't played in months? I love you, but the very fact that we're now overdrawn (for the very first time in my entire life) because of a ridiculous online game, and somehow now we're going to have to figure out how the hell to pay off the overdraft and bank fees, not to mention come up with the car insurance money that was, I thought, safely sitting in the bank account, makes me want to hit you upside your lovable but forgetful head. You think you'll be able to call Monday morning and fix it. I think you'll call Monday morning and get told sorry, not our problem. I really hope it goes your way, because if it goes mine, you're going to have a lot more to worry about than a wife giving you the silent treatment all weekend. A lot.

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