Revenge, worthy of The Bloggess' approval (I hope).
Two nights ago, my husband and I had a small spat. He said something kind of mean, so I (naturally) retaliated like a mature adult.
First, instead of going to the gym, I ran all of the gas out of his car. I mean, I got it down to 10 miles within empty, so he would have to stop on his way to work.
Second, I programmed all of his XM radio stations to the Studio 54 channel (that's all disco, all the time, bitches).
Third, and this is not so awesome, but whatever. I re-wrapped his Christmas presents in little boy birthday themed wrapping paper.
Take that.
He apologized, We are all good now.
But FunJen said I should definitely apologize for the disco channels.
Cheers!
Mallorie
