Me: Imma need a quickie divorce, okay?
Hotter: WHAT.
Me: A mousetrap went off at the end of the partially-drywalled wall in Squatter Workshop, and the force of the snap propelled it BEHIND the drywall, and there is PROBABLY a mouse in the thing but it may or may not be bloody, gory, or even all the way dead. I need you out of my life so I can remarry someone with the balls to stick their hand behind the drywall, blind, and retrieve that trap, and it needs to happen within forty-eight hours before the thing potentially starts to stink.
Hotter: I divorce you, I divorce you, I divorce you.
Hotter: WHAT.
Me: A mousetrap went off at the end of the partially-drywalled wall in Squatter Workshop, and the force of the snap propelled it BEHIND the drywall, and there is PROBABLY a mouse in the thing but it may or may not be bloody, gory, or even all the way dead. I need you out of my life so I can remarry someone with the balls to stick their hand behind the drywall, blind, and retrieve that trap, and it needs to happen within forty-eight hours before the thing potentially starts to stink.
Hotter: I divorce you, I divorce you, I divorce you.
Lol, shared this with DH and he thinks Hotter had the right response. :)
Posted by: WackyLisa | January 10, 2013 at 09:57 AM
Hahahahahahaha!!!!
Posted by: Terri C | January 10, 2013 at 10:52 AM
hahaha!
Posted by: ChaosRu | January 10, 2013 at 05:57 PM
LOL!!
Posted by: Attorney At Large | January 12, 2013 at 06:44 PM