YOU LIE LIKE A RUG, I THINK
I've already got a little grief from this, so I toned it down some. Don't kill the messenger, just learn from the message. So guys, don't come down too hard on me... please. I told you all the other day about, the BACHELOR PARTY, and how proud I was of my husband's behavior. It turns out that, all was not as it seemed. Yesterday was, the normal Sunday, Flag Football game. All of the men and women, were talking about how much fun they had at both partys. You know, the Bachelor and Bachelorette party. The Bachelorette party, which I chose to bow out of for the sake of ou kids. So that, I wouldn't have to leave them with my parents, on our weekend with all three of our sons. We are a blended family, so all three don't live with us. It just so happens that, The- Groom-To-Be, let the big, fat, hairy, smelly, cat out of the bag. He said something to my brother like, well "atleast you showed up for the good part, you know the Strip Club." Which means that, I quickly put two and two together. It was all I could do, but not to say "what the h***?" Are you confused? You soon won't be. Remember my husband was in attendence at this party? Yes, this means that he tagged along. What I thought was, an innocent Poker game and such, turned out to be something entirely different.
A few minutes later, I made my way over to my husband. He was milling around, talking to his players, and waiting for the game to start. I say, "do you have something to tell me?" He says, "No." I repeated myself and added "about Friday night?" He says, "No" again. I say, "what about the Strip Club?" He said, "do you remember Friday night when I came in?" I say, "yes." He said, "you asked me even if there had been a stripper at the party, that I wouldn't have told you?" I responded, "you went to a Strip Club?" He says, "Yes... so what?" I thinking, SO WHAT? SO WHAT? And... Is that all you have to say? I tell him, well... "you could have said something." He says, "it wasn't that big of a deal." So, I decided to deal with this later. Thankfully, I was too interested in the Football Game to be that mad. By the way they lost...again!
So dinner, just to vent, I explain the whole thing to our #2 son. He's very intelligent and undertstanding for his age. Not to mention the fact that, he's an honors studnet and quite articulate. Besides, kids hear more and know more, then we give them credit for in the first place. Life itself is a lesson, so why not let them learn from others mistakes? I'm the kind of Mom who gives it to you straight. Life is too short to, dance around the truth. It's a cruel world that we live in. I explain to him how mad at the moment, that I am at his Dad. In his little kid rationale; he gives me a wide-eyed smirk, and shakes his head in disapprovment. You know the one, "man are you in trouble, and I'm glad it's not me?" Both my husband and my kids know me. When I verbally express how mad I am about something, "you damn well better believe it." If I'm mad enough to say something about a situation, then "the POO POO may just hit the fan." So... if you don't want to get hit with any of" it", you may need to go somewhere far, far, away from me.
Anyway, dinner was over, and I had already finished, and rinsed my plate. My husband, walks by me in the kitchen, and I give him the EVIL EYE. I know... childish, but subtle. He says, "what?" I say... "nothing?" Then, I go outside on the front porch to have a smoke. A minute later, he is out there to join me. I'll spare you the whole conversation. The point that I was trying to make to him was, "if you're going to act like an idiot and do stupid things, then make sure that you're dumb friends keep their mouths shut." It's called, C.Y.A, better known as COVER YOUR A**! Makes perfect sense to me... right? I then explaing to him, how much of a moron I felt. For thinking that, he was doing exactly what he said they did. I'm sure that, it's just how I found out that bothers me the most. An apparent unplanned event on his friends behalf. Then I say, "all you had to do was just tell me about the Strip Club two days ago, then we wouldn't be having this conversation right now." It really shouldn't be that big of a deal. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not insecure about him going. Hey, I think that I'm a cute girl! You know, Girl-Next-Door cute? I'm 35 years old, 5'4, 100 pounds even, blonde hair and blue eyes. I know all of you don't believe that, but I've been 100 pounds soaking wet since I was 15 years old.
The bottom line is, we discussed this about 5 or 6 years ago. I don't ask much of him, and I that,"all I DO ask is" that, he stay out of the Strip Clubs. It's a matter of respect, and an understanding that I thought that we have made a long time ago. I'm completely sure that, it was a harmless situation. He was going in support of his friend. Don't worry, I have given it some thought, and... the benefit of the doubt. It just hurt my feelings though. He tried to smooth things over by telling me that, your Borther and I were commenting how fat they all were. Sure... they all were fat. Come on man... I'm not stupid, nor do I buy that for a minute. He says, "Really!" The fat ones, which were most of them, had to have Boob Jobs to compensate for their big bellys." Whatever~! So... the moral of my storys is. ! If you're going to do something that, you're significant other wouldn't approve of. Then, make sure that you're friends keep their mouths closed! Besides... you have to live with you're conscious anyway. Even if, you are innocent. There is always guilt by association. Ya'll have a good day anyway!
I've already got a little grief from this, so I toned it down some. Don't kill the messenger, just learn from the message. So guys, don't come down too hard on me... please. I told you all the other day about, the BACHELOR PARTY, and how proud I was of my husband's behavior. It turns out that, all was not as it seemed. Yesterday was, the normal Sunday, Flag Football game. All of the men and women, were talking about how much fun they had at both partys. You know, the Bachelor and Bachelorette party. The Bachelorette party, which I chose to bow out of for the sake of ou kids. So that, I wouldn't have to leave them with my parents, on our weekend with all three of our sons. We are a blended family, so all three don't live with us. It just so happens that, The- Groom-To-Be, let the big, fat, hairy, smelly, cat out of the bag. He said something to my brother like, well "atleast you showed up for the good part, you know the Strip Club." Which means that, I quickly put two and two together. It was all I could do, but not to say "what the h***?" Are you confused? You soon won't be. Remember my husband was in attendence at this party? Yes, this means that he tagged along. What I thought was, an innocent Poker game and such, turned out to be something entirely different.
A few minutes later, I made my way over to my husband. He was milling around, talking to his players, and waiting for the game to start. I say, "do you have something to tell me?" He says, "No." I repeated myself and added "about Friday night?" He says, "No" again. I say, "what about the Strip Club?" He said, "do you remember Friday night when I came in?" I say, "yes." He said, "you asked me even if there had been a stripper at the party, that I wouldn't have told you?" I responded, "you went to a Strip Club?" He says, "Yes... so what?" I thinking, SO WHAT? SO WHAT? And... Is that all you have to say? I tell him, well... "you could have said something." He says, "it wasn't that big of a deal." So, I decided to deal with this later. Thankfully, I was too interested in the Football Game to be that mad. By the way they lost...again!
So dinner, just to vent, I explain the whole thing to our #2 son. He's very intelligent and undertstanding for his age. Not to mention the fact that, he's an honors studnet and quite articulate. Besides, kids hear more and know more, then we give them credit for in the first place. Life itself is a lesson, so why not let them learn from others mistakes? I'm the kind of Mom who gives it to you straight. Life is too short to, dance around the truth. It's a cruel world that we live in. I explain to him how mad at the moment, that I am at his Dad. In his little kid rationale; he gives me a wide-eyed smirk, and shakes his head in disapprovment. You know the one, "man are you in trouble, and I'm glad it's not me?" Both my husband and my kids know me. When I verbally express how mad I am about something, "you damn well better believe it." If I'm mad enough to say something about a situation, then "the POO POO may just hit the fan." So... if you don't want to get hit with any of" it", you may need to go somewhere far, far, away from me.
Anyway, dinner was over, and I had already finished, and rinsed my plate. My husband, walks by me in the kitchen, and I give him the EVIL EYE. I know... childish, but subtle. He says, "what?" I say... "nothing?" Then, I go outside on the front porch to have a smoke. A minute later, he is out there to join me. I'll spare you the whole conversation. The point that I was trying to make to him was, "if you're going to act like an idiot and do stupid things, then make sure that you're dumb friends keep their mouths shut." It's called, C.Y.A, better known as COVER YOUR A**! Makes perfect sense to me... right? I then explaing to him, how much of a moron I felt. For thinking that, he was doing exactly what he said they did. I'm sure that, it's just how I found out that bothers me the most. An apparent unplanned event on his friends behalf. Then I say, "all you had to do was just tell me about the Strip Club two days ago, then we wouldn't be having this conversation right now." It really shouldn't be that big of a deal. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not insecure about him going. Hey, I think that I'm a cute girl! You know, Girl-Next-Door cute? I'm 35 years old, 5'4, 100 pounds even, blonde hair and blue eyes. I know all of you don't believe that, but I've been 100 pounds soaking wet since I was 15 years old.
The bottom line is, we discussed this about 5 or 6 years ago. I don't ask much of him, and I that,"all I DO ask is" that, he stay out of the Strip Clubs. It's a matter of respect, and an understanding that I thought that we have made a long time ago. I'm completely sure that, it was a harmless situation. He was going in support of his friend. Don't worry, I have given it some thought, and... the benefit of the doubt. It just hurt my feelings though. He tried to smooth things over by telling me that, your Borther and I were commenting how fat they all were. Sure... they all were fat. Come on man... I'm not stupid, nor do I buy that for a minute. He says, "Really!" The fat ones, which were most of them, had to have Boob Jobs to compensate for their big bellys." Whatever~! So... the moral of my storys is. ! If you're going to do something that, you're significant other wouldn't approve of. Then, make sure that you're friends keep their mouths closed! Besides... you have to live with you're conscious anyway. Even if, you are innocent. There is always guilt by association. Ya'll have a good day anyway!
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