I never really thought about strangling my husband. I don't think I could do it. maybe he will let me try this evening when he gets home.
I more likely have thought about just shooting him. But not lately. Somehow all the lmurderous feelings just fade as one gets older. I settle now for irritating him and eating the very last serving of his grits. I think that makes him want to murder me. But he is a poisoner, I just feel it in my bones.
Why do I feel insane while laughing?
" But he is a poisoner, I just feel it in my bones. "
What, the poison taking hold of your bones or that funny feeling? LOL
Oh please let us know if he does! If the husband or the police allow you to, that is.
I more likely have thought about just shooting him. But not lately. Somehow all the lmurderous feelings just fade as one gets older. I settle now for irritating him and eating the very last serving of his grits. I think that makes him want to murder me. But he is a poisoner, I just feel it in my bones.
I think you'll feel poison in your nerves and organs first, but he may have found an exotic one. Are you keeping an eye on those grits before you snatch them from him? ; )
Why do I feel insane while laughing?
I don't know, but I'm pretty hysteric myself after reading this post. Thanks for the hilarity! It's a nice break from waiting for Dennis. = )
Lucky Mr. cajungirl. LOL!
But, messing with his grits after he's fixed them up just to his liking, now that's just downright mean. :-)