~ A Lost Cause ~

Occasionally, but not frequently, I feel sorry for My Captain.  I would feel sorry for him more often, but he chooses to stay with me, so I figure he’s got it coming to him.

Apparently I can be difficult to live with.

I like to say I have high expectations.  My mother would tell you I am a perfectionistic pain in the arse. But whatever you call it, it can be difficult…challenging even, to live with me.  Sometimes because I cause pain.  Sometimes because I cause embarrassment.  Sometimes because I cause regurgitation.

Here is an example of why you, dear friends, might feel sorry for The Captain, too.

Me: “I wish you didn’t have to work Overtime today.”

Troy: “I wouldn’t have to if you would cut back on your trips to The Dollar Store.”

Me: “I know.  I miss you.”

Troy: “I miss you, too.”

Me: “Are you just saying that because I said it first and you feel like you have to say it back?”

Troy: “No.”

Me: “What do you mean by that?”

Troy: “I mean I really miss you.”

Me: “How much?  How much do you really miss me?”

Troy: “A Ton.  I miss you a ton.”

Me: “Are you calling me fat?!!!”

Troy: ***sigh***

See what I mean?

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4 thoughts on “~ A Lost Cause ~

  1. Jonni

    LOLOLOLOLOLOL ROFL…..Everyone needs lovin’!

  2. Don

    I would have to agree with your mother.

  3. Carolyn

    rofl. hilarious! love it!!!!

  4. Shannon Moneymaker

    LMAO! Love your stories, Pam!!!!

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