The text message I sent to Ismael all of 63 seconds after I arrived home today:
“Why is it 80 degrees in here? I do not cook in an 80 degree kitchen.”
Because, obviously, duh.
No, it’s not broken….He seems to not hear/understand when I say, loudly, “DUDE STOP TURNING OFF THE AIR CONDITIONING.”
I think he understood this time because he came home with a rotissiere chicken from the grocery store.
I think he might find a/c cheaper.
Amen, sister. It’s like when my husband turns off the ceiling fan in our bedroom at night. My response to him is “Do you want to be cold or do you want your penis in traction?”
Priceless! LOL There are some lessons that never have to be repeated
LOL this cracks me up! I wish i could be a fly on the wall of your house!