To The Boys:
We totally notice it when you haul out “I love you” and “You’re beautiful” only when you are also panting and groping. We totally notice. Furthermore, we hate it. Get a clue, morons.
Love, The Girls
To The Boys:
We totally notice it when you haul out “I love you” and “You’re beautiful” only when you are also panting and groping. We totally notice. Furthermore, we hate it. Get a clue, morons.
Love, The Girls
PS. Try doing the dishes, laundry or SOMETHING dear god ANYTHING without us asking. We like the groping more that way.
Even a dog can learn that if you do one behavior you get a certain return (Pavlov). Why don’t they learn that by not being idiots they would get a lot more sex. Simple really.
Or they bring it out when they have done something they know we won’t be happy about.
Also, when one come over to give you a sweet kiss on the forehead, that is not an invitation for boob grabbage.
And playing with yourself while we are watching TV does NOT turn us on.
OMG Shannon!!!! RIGHT???
And if you’ve been an ass all day, we’d really like it if you acted like you were entitled to it anyway.
Now, how do I get my husband to read this post without being obvious about it?
Ugg, is there anything more condescending and just plain “icky” than this?
Right on.
this is SOOO true. Cheers to that
Also, a lingering kiss from us DOES NOT mean that sex is imminent. Sometimes, a kiss is just a kiss.
Ug.
Well said Swistle! well said.
PPS: Intimacy is only possible when you’ve fixed whatever’s causing the toilet to make that noise.
Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, snicker, snicker, snort, guffa…
Okay – I think I will now link hubs to this very site. Seriously.
Something that has been mentioned at my house would be, “You know, a few gentle touches without any expectations – of any kind – would get you just as far as you are always hoping to go, my friend.”
I’m just saying.
Dear Boys,
Why are we the default for every childcare operation in existence? Why?
Love,
The Girls
I heart all of you at this moment. You totally made my day.
Amen. Just Amen.
Ditto.
I may email this to my husband…
Yes! And yes!
And a giant YES to Katie’s comment as well. Man, that reality bites me.
AMEN!