My Apology


Dear Husband,
I'm sorry that I accused you of being whiny when you told me that your stomach hurt on the way back from Portland.  I'm sorry that I laughed hysterically when you made me pull over in the Walmart parking lot because you said that you were going to make yourself throw up to feel better.  I'm sorry that I took this picture as you were outside the car doing the deed.

In my defense I just thought that you weren't feeling well because you ate too much crap on vacation.

I didn't know you had appendicitis!  Oops!!

(your a-hole of a wife)

1 comment:

  1. You forgot "I'm sorry I posted the picture of you throwing up on my public blog..."


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