Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Are You Freaking Kidding Me: Help

Yesterday, I wasn't feeling well. I had a sore throat and a cough and felt generally kind of achy and gross. When Chuk got home from work he offered to make dinner because clearly I had no intention of doing it, and well, also because he is nice.

This is what the kitchen looked like when he was done. Are you freaking kidding me?! What the h-e-double hockey sticks was he doing in there? I still feel like crap and now I have to clean up this mess. I'm never taking another sick day again.

The road to (my own personal) hell is paved with (my husband's) good intentions.


  1. Oh, my goodness! I am sooooo sorry! And they wonder why we just suffer in silence? Sometimes, saying what we need, and then getting punishment enough! Hope you feel better soon!!!

  2. I'm not sure husbands quite understand the idea of "cleaning up". There should be a class for them or something...

  3. Sorry to hear your feeling under the weather-I wanted to add that I really enjoy your blog!

  4. Clearly your husband needs an in-depth lesson on "cleaning as you go."

    Hope that you are feeling better!


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