There are moments when I am sure that hubby has considered killing me.
Yesterday was one of them.
Let me set the scene . . .
Ethan is 5 and will be starting kindergarten this fall. In order to do that, he needs to go through kindergarten screening, and I need to make him an appointment to do so. Since my husband is a teacher and coach and works in the school system, the secretary at the kindergarten school sent hubs a friendly reminder emailq.
He replied to her, "Thanks for the reminder. Annie will make the appointment today."
He copied me on the email to give me a heads up.
So far. So good.
I received the email, and I fired back a reply.
I already made the appointment when I read your email.
By the way, it is 8:50, you left an hour ago, and the bathroom STILL STINKS. That is sooooo wrong.
Do you want to have a date tonight?
I think he may have chuckled a bit at my email, because you know, men like anything that has to do with poop or other gross bodily functions. He may have even been a bit proud of the fact that he polluted a room for an entire 60 minutes. Or, he could have been distracted by the fact that I asked him out for a date. I really do not know what was going on in his mind.
But, I do know that he replied to my reply.
And, here is where it gets interesting.
Because I was not the original recipient of the email, and my address was only in the copy line, hubby's reply and my previous reply, not only came back to me . . . they also went to the lovely school secretary.
The secretary now knows that hubs has a potent and powerful stink ass.
And, now you do too.
*****And side note to hubs . . . if you are already suffering from a little public embarrassment, I figure, what's a little more? -Smooches!