If He Could Be A Fly On The Wall, He’d Be Bored

Sometimes, my sweet hubby gets a little pissy about my friendship with Sal and Paul. It’s usually after a conversation with his sister that includes her disapproval, but I’m not supposed to know that. Most of the time, he has no problem with it, they’ve been my friends since I was 16 years old and he knows both of them well, but since my husband’s sister is of the belief that men only talk to a girl because they want to get in her pants and she is a shit stirrer, occasionally, Geno feels threatened. If he would just remember that he 1- has a penis and 2-22 years is a long time to wait for some booty, we wouldn’t have these lovely little chats.
So when my little love muffin came home today I told him that Paul and I had one of our daily chats that he worries about. Today’s topics included Paul’s paranoia over possibly being fired, wearing a burka at the beach and how he has making hard boiled eggs down to a science. You know, so the shell peels right off and the yoke is yellow not green or grey? Hot stuff, right? Add in the fact that when I had the most horrifying/ humiliating surgical procedure of my life, I called those two momos from the parking lot of the surgi center. Trust me, no one who is having impure thoughts about someone calls that someone to describe to them in detail how you just had rectal surgery. That is NOT a turn on. So don’t worry, puppy, I’m all yours.


About Jen

I am a working, full-time mom to three beautiful children, ages 9 1/2, 3 1/2 and 15 months. My blog is partly therapy for me, part journal of my children's memories and partly a source of advice or atleast humor to other parents out there in the big world. While my children are my greatest joy and accomplishment, I am trying to maintain my individuality AND be a great mom. I am hoping to do this without screwing my kids up. Somedays are wonderful and I feel extreme gratitude to these little people that have completed my life. Other days, they seem to suck the life right out of me. I try to approach it all with a sense of humor and full knowledge that parenting can lead to alcoholism and brain damage. Please feel free to comment on any posts and suggestions are welcome .
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9 Responses to If He Could Be A Fly On The Wall, He’d Be Bored

  1. Amber Perea says:

    It’s the curse of being a “guy’s girl”. I’m one so I know :)! The truth is, they fell in love with us because we do guy things and know guy stuff. Then they complain that all of our friends are guys. Seriously, if we liked super girly things all of the time we’d have more girlfriends but would we be as awesome? 😉

    • Jen says:

      I have to agree. I clearly would not be as awesome. Sometimes I worry that I am more of a guy than my husband. He is not a fan of Star Wars (blasphemy!) or super heroes or comics! he is a fan of porn so I guess that makes him a guy. what a weirdo

  2. Eh, I don’t know, I mostly prefer women friends, but truth be told, I’d have sex with all of them, if they asked. Lol. Seriously though, put the eggs in the water and then turn the flame on. Once the water boils, turn it off after 15-18 minutes. Perfect hard boilers.

    • Jen says:

      that is exactly the same way he said he makes them, of course with a little more detail because he has to make it out to be more than it is. And truthfully, these two would have sex with me and any other woman that asked and a knothole in a tree. I get along better with guys because I don’t need a group to go to the bathroom or figure out what I am going to wear. lol I love my girlfriends, they are irreplaceable, but there is a lot less drama in the threesome that is me, Paul and Sal

  3. MabeWithLove says:

    I’m a guys girl too. And most ppl just don’t get it.

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