F@%k It Friday: I am a Shrew

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Anyone who knows me knows that this picture drives me nuts.

I mean, really. Come. Freaking. On.

Ken said, “I missed it. I was gonna fix this. Later. Ya know.”

Yeah, I know. Okay. Whatevs.

I told my husband that I wanted to blog about this and he laughed. Hard. He knows that there’s no way I can complain about this incident without sounding like a shrew.

Tell me your spouse does something like this, too.

Anyone?

Anyone?

Shoot.

It’s me.

Fine.

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