Hey there husbands! Welcome. I assume you’re on the hunt for some shrew-taming pointers and that, my friend, is exactly what I’m going to share with you. For more on the topic, see: Taming of the Shrew (Or is the Problem You?)
Now, to begin with, you must truly believe that you have the power to turn your shrew into the supportive, happy woman that you long to be with. Just to confirm, I am not referring to an actual rodent-shrew but the human version, defined by Merriam-Webster as: an ill-tempered scolding woman.
Ok, so let’s get to work!
This formula: Happy Wife= Happy Life, is the foundation from which you will build upon. Refer to it when times get tough for there may be some rocky patches along your taming journey.
Now, let’s first determine if you have asshole tendencies, which is an essential step in the shrew-taming process. Continue reading
Under her Thumb and you Wanna Run?
Is your wife bossy, moody and difficult?
Does she make you feel like a bird in a cage by hindering your freedom and standing between you and the things that you want to do?
While you’re chillin’ on the couch, just watching the game and having a few beers, does your wife dampen the vibe with her evil eye?
When you go out with your buddies, do you suffer your wife’s wrath the next day or even worse, does she forbid you to go in the first place?
If you’ve answered yes to any of these questions, you may, in fact, be living with a shrew. Not an actual rodent-shrew but the human version, defined my Merriam-Webster as: an ill-tempered scolding woman.
But, fret not, my friend. I’m here to help you tame your shrew. Continue reading
“He’s fit and he’s manscaped—an Adonis of the DILFs, so to speak. But, sadly, my Don Juan Demarco has a trumpet for an asshole. And man, that thing loves to crank out tunes… “
I’m over at Mamalode this week with some laughs, at my hubby’s expense.
Go check it out and be sure to share it with your fart loving pals.
An Ode to Sleeping In
The morning is here
I’m in bed, without space,
surrounded by littles
with a foot in my face
Now my neck is all crooked
I’ve just looked at the clock
It’s not even 7!
Sleep in? What a crock. Continue reading