My term of endearment for today

Once in awhile there comes a time that this is appropriate.

I love my dear husband but this morning I could just beat him to a bloody pulp. He, as usual, is of no help with Christmas. He likes to crack the whip but when it comes down to it, help isn't something that he can do. I mean a foreman of a company stoop down to help the grunts? Unheard of!

He is taking the day off today due to Sam's program and I asked him to take Sam to the bus stop because I was busy trying to finish my last present.

He replied, " I can't. I have to feed the horses, eat breakfast, take my shot.... yadda, yadda. You'll have to take him. Oh, and by the way did you finish the present this morning and you need to make more coffee, feed the dogs and pick the underwear out of my butt crack ? OK-I added the underwear part.It's hard to figure out where his butt crack is---I thought he was all ass! It's all gotta be done this morning."

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Here's to you, my dear!