HIM: Nothing much going on, so I’m going to stay home and work on the office today.
ME: You’re staying home? But I’m supposed to start sweating with Sven today!
HIM: So? You can exercise while I’m home.
ME: Exercise? Why do you assume it’s exercise? You think I’m fat, don’t you? Why don’t you just call me hey you, fat lady from now on?
HIM: What the hell am I supposed to think sweating with Sven is?
ME: Maybe I have a hot new Scandinavian lover.
HIM: So you’d rather I jump to the conclusion you’re a cheating slut?
ME: Shut up.
HIM: So who is Sven and why are you sweating with him?
ME: *sulking now* It’s a writing thing. I have to write five pages every day.
HIM: Then why are you still bitching at me?
I’m off to a pissah start.
A conversation with the husband about Sven
I’m going to start a writing thing with a really hot guy pic. Or a smart girl, whichever. There should be visual alternatives to Mr. So Needs A Towel And A Shower. Happy sweating.
See? He obviously doesn’t care that you’re sweating with Sven. Get to writing. :whip:
Men are such boobs sometimes…so now that you’ve had your morning stimuli…
Hope you aren’t reading this (or any other blogs)…and instead writing…and it’s going so well you aren’t sweating a bit… :coffee:
When I saw the Sweating with Sven pic/logo I thought it was an athletic program…
Don’t hurt me…
I always thought that, too.
Not that I thought about it too long. That picture always makes me shudder and ewww, so I stop thinking about it in self defence
Exercise? Why do you assume itâ€™s exercise? You think Iâ€™m fat, donâ€™t you? Why donâ€™t you just call me hey you, fat lady from now on?