He’s lucky that he made a damn good dinner

K (tentatively): Um…is that my sweatshirt?

J (unconcerned): Yeah.  So?

K (even more tentatively): That’s one of my favorite sweatshirts.  Are you going to…um…STRETCH it?

Published by mothergoosemouse on January 12th, 2008 tagged The king of beers, Who me?
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14 Responses to “He’s lucky that he made a damn good dinner”

  1. Assertagirl Says:

    The NERVE!

  2. Alison Says:

    Just tell him, “Oh no, not me. Your son is taking care of that.” :)

  3. Lara Says:

    wow. that’s, um, BOLD.

  4. Sonia Says:

    *snort*

    I think he and my hubby were separated at birth. That is TOTALLY something he would have said, sensitivity was not his strong point during my pregnancies.

  5. mothergoosemouse Says:

    Alison, hahahaha!

    In his defense, he hasn’t made a peep about anything else of his that I’ve worn during this pregnancy.

  6. jenn Says:

    oooh – he’s got balls…. (or did at the time, anyway)

  7. Jamie Says:

    He’s testing his limits, isn’t he?! ;)

  8. B Says:

    I hope you smacked him.

  9. Redneck Mommy Says:

    Thank God my husband isn’t the only dough head.

  10. Don Mills Diva Says:

    Ouch – he better be making dinner all week.

  11. FireMom Says:

    I think I had this same exact conversation.

    But I was postpartum.

    Boo.

  12. amanda Says:

    You’d think the third time around he’d get it. Points noted for having kept it buttoned so long as per your comment.

  13. Oh, The Joys Says:

    I know that’s right!

    Sweatshirt, smeatshirt! I’m growing a PERSON OVER HERE!!!

  14. Aimee Greeblemonkey Says:

    Ha!!! The sad thing is Bryan says that and I’m not pregnant (va-va-voom).