So my meetings today were over early and I had a horrid headache, so I went home to work from the couch. Because my company is FUCKING COOL like that.
I took a bunch of ibuprofin and thought a hot shower would help kill off the tiny evil gnome attempting to burrow way out of my temple.
OF COURSE my husband decided to take the afternoon off (without telling me...sneaky bastard) to do applications and get ready for fest.
OF COURSE he got home while I'm in the shower.
OF COURSE he had to open the goddamn bathroom door and yell "What are you doing home??"
Fucker. I almost broke my neck and screamed bloody murder.
Being naked and terrified in my shower HAD to be shared, so of course I told the email group about it later...but they're on his side.
Z: Oh man, I wish I had a wife so that I could do that to them :p
C: oh yeah, hands down attempted spousal murder is the best part of marriage.
Payback, dear husband, will be a bitch...as soon as I can figure out something appropriately evil.