|Crystal over at Boobs, Injuries, & Dr. Pepper (yes, that truly is the name of her blog), had to deal with this little trifle of rejection:|
"Why are you grumpy?" As you can see from that little discussion - it was a bit traumatic for him.
"I'm not grumpy. I'm....grumpy."
"My mistake. So, why the attitude, dear husband?"
"Well, you didn't exactly make me feel desirable this morning."
"This morning? I didn't even see you before you left."
He sniffed indignantly. "You don't remember."
"Chris, I'm taking Ambien. People have dressed in drag to go shopping, followed by robbing a liquor store and taking a salsa lesson and they don't remember a second of it. Give me a break."
He crossed his arms and stuck his bottom lip out.
"I was feeling amorous."
"Okay. And I turned you down? Was I mean about it?"
"I believe your exact words were, 'Ooh, gross, how can you think about something like that when I just had a dream about my parents? Ewww!', before you rolled over and started snoring."
"Well, you have to admit, that is oogy."
Not speaking to me.