Sunday Funnies: Husbands & Dinner

//Sunday Funnies: Husbands & Dinner

Sunday Funnies: Husbands & Dinner

Super Nanny keeps things running smoothly around here. With her help, it’s all very Pleasantville.

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But sometimes I’ll send her home early if I’ve worked late the night before.

This is how my husband reacts on the “send-Super-Nanny-home-early” days:

His confusion is adorable.

Is this how your husband reacts to lack of dinner?

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By | 2014-07-13T13:38:33+00:00 July 13th, 2014|Marriage|8 Comments

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  1. Michael July 13, 2014 at 11:44 am - Reply

    Wait. There’s an option of my wife having dinner waiting for me?!?!?!

    • Meredith July 13, 2014 at 11:52 am - Reply

      I thought this was NORMAL! So I hired it out. He feels otherwise.

  2. Kelly July 13, 2014 at 11:49 am - Reply

    This is very timely. Yesterday I went out with my sister. Before I left the husband ordered
    a small pizza. When I came home later the entire pizza was gone. I may have had a small temper tantrum. It was me asking where is my dinner! I was slightly drunk and super hungry, not one of my finer moments!

    • Meredith July 13, 2014 at 11:53 am - Reply

      Drunk + Hungry = Temper

      I get it.

    • Erin July 13, 2014 at 12:04 pm - Reply

      The real mistake here was ordering a small pizza. I’m not sure why such an option exists! We always go for the largest size possible because leftovers just mean there’s another meal I don’t have to fix!

  3. Kelly July 13, 2014 at 12:09 pm - Reply

    Erin clearly I was more concerned with getting my drunk on with my sister! Lesson learned! Your advice is now law at our house! No small pizzas EVER.

  4. Matt July 13, 2014 at 1:50 pm - Reply

    19 out of 20 days, I am the one making the dinner…so, no, I can’t relate.

  5. Theresa Lollis July 18, 2014 at 11:10 am - Reply

    Yea no, this never happens to D because I barely ever cook and when I do it’s late at night….and it’s normally chicken and we fight over it…it’s an aphrodisiac.

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