This may come as a shock to you. Especially if you are my husband. But I fear that a divorce is imminent.
Why? you ask.
I'll tell you.
For the past 3 years my wonderful hubby has been out of town, every other week. Yes, he was a traveling salesman. Was. Business has slowed down, and his company now has him working at home.
In my office, as a matter of fact.
Clearly, I have grounds for divorce.
Grounds # 1: Irreconcilable differences.
(see that remote? it was all mine for the past 3 years. but now instead of hgtv, it keeps turning the channel to the james bond marathon on spike tv)
Grounds # 2: Invasion of space.
(his stuff, in my office)
Grounds # 3: Smoothies.
(yes, you heard me right. smoothies. which mess up my blender. which i hate to wash because without fail i cut my finger on that sharp little blade which was invented by satan)
So there you have it. If we end up divorced, you will know that it has nothing to do with a certain innocent party snapping her chewing gum, eating potato chips in bed or watching Rear Window every night for a month, starting the movie ten minutes later each time because she keeps falling asleep and she to this day does not know if Raymond Burr is a killer or not.
It was all his fault.