So here is his version of the night.
He arrived home at 7:30 pm to find there was already 1 friend in the house and 1 bottle of wine open. He walked in with a bag of Publix fried chicken (his favorite thing in the whole world.) He said "hi" left the bags in the kitchen and went to hide in his room. His plan was to wait until everyone left, so he could then devour his said friend chicken in peace.
He grew angrier and angrier as time went by. He was starving and all he could here was more women arriving, more screaming and laughing, he says we laugh like this: QUA-QUA-QUA-QUA- shriek! Like a giant chicken, crossed with a goose, with a witches cackle. I can not disagree.
We finally left at 9:30. He had to pick one of the son's up from work at 11:30pm, so he decided it was pointless to go to bed, since I had said I would be home by midnight. Midnight came and went, and he of course was worried (he is fatalist.) He made a decision that he would NOT call or text me, so I could have fun on my GNO. So when we stumpled in at 2:00 am he was relieved, but had not slept a wink in his worry mode. He was not happy when 4 of us came back to the house, everyone needed a glass of water, to use the bathroom and get thier stories straight before they went home, I kid, I kid. He says there was more QUA-QUA-QUA'ing and doors opening and shutting over and over.
When I finally made it to bed, I promptly feel asleep, he claims I passed out. I say pish-posh. He then says later, he said to me: Move the dog, she is digging in to my back. To which my response was: ALERT!
Move the dog!- again FFC- ALERT!
Please just wiggle to dog over- FFC- ALERT!
He gave up. My question was, why did you wake me up to move the dog? Why didn't you roll over and move her yourself. he had no answer for that question.
At 4am, when he says he had not slept a wink he got up and asked where I had sleeping pills, he needed one.
My response- In the GPS.
He was frustrated and asked again- Not the GPS, where are your sleeping pills.
My response- OMG, in the GPS!
He tried a new approach and asked me in Spanish. To which he say's my response was very angry (I'm scarier in Spanish) - I ALREADY TOLD YOU IN THE &@^@^@!!* GPS!
At that point he gave up and I am assuming he fell asleep.
The hubs version of Girls Night out- ALERT! (don;t ask, I have no idea!)
Did he at least get his chicken or did you biyatches eat it all?! I would have...QUA-QUA-QUA-QUA shriek!!!!!!
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um yeah, so about that GPS... I need a global positioning system that hides my drugs. Unless you are referring to granny panty sidekick, in which case f*cking awesome. I've always wanted a granny pantie wearing sidekick, cause gp's make EVERYONE look crappy and who wants a sidekick that looks better than you? No one. That's who.
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