I simply cannot unload more than two bags of groceries at a time. The idea is simply preposterous. I spent $100 of my husband’s hard earned money on this acrylic nail set, and if the bag slips and bends my finger backwards, I’d most likely need a Zoloft to ease the pain of breaking that… Continue reading Sarcasm Saturdays are Back!!
My Mother always said that my one job was to provide my husband with a child. And I’m starting to fear that because I have yet to do so, he has found me useless. I cook, I clean, I serve him first. I obey and listen. I thought that would be enough. I think he… Continue reading Sarcasm Saturdays 015
While I was slipping my perfect little pedicured feet into my feather mules yesterday, I got to thinking. Every woman wants to look perfect and fashionable while cleaning the house. But I’m a little sheepish to admit, sometimes cleaning the house in heels can hurt my feet. Oh I wish my husband would still be… Continue reading Sarcasm Saturdays 014
My husband and I are planning to move. When the Realtor asked me what was important for me in a home, I replied as all good wives should. “The Kitchen.” Of course, I absolutely need a spacious and well accommodating kitchen. If I am going to spend all 99% of my sheltered life in this… Continue reading Sarcasm Saturdays 013
I can’t imagine how women work on cars or in industrial settings. I do understand that during the war it was necessary, but to not return back to the home when our men came back from war? That is utter insanity. We women belong in the home. It caters to our more delicate sensibilities. If… Continue reading Sarcasm Saturdays 012
Do you know how important your Husband’s homecoming is as a wife? I’m serious. Have you ever thought that his desire to stay in this marriage is based solely on your devotion to him? When he arrives home from work, it is imperative you greet him humbly and with your best looks. Sometimes trying a… Continue reading Sarcasm Saturdays 011
It’s happening! I never thought the feminists would be right, but I now fear that they may be! Last night while tucking my husband into bed, he kissed my cheek and called me “Mommy!” Oh heavens, they told me that by babying my husband I would be enabling him to revert back to childlike behavior.… Continue reading Sarcasm Saturdays 010