Poor Charlie

Today I discovered that the Kindle for Android app was available, so of course I downloaded it. And then to test it out, I bought Shit My Dad Says and proceeded to ignore B for 2 hours.

When I finally got done reading, Charlie (Who, by the way, has suddenly developed a love of random barking. Which, incidentally, is not as cute as random dancing.) needed to go out (again. For the millionth time.) so I took him to do his business. When we came back inside, he was doing his doggy prance which roughly translates to “Give me a treat for making a pee pee outside!” So we headed to the kitchen with Charlie wiggling his butt the entire way in anticipation of noms.

Me: Charlie, are you hungry?

B: Not at this hour he isn’t!

Me: OK, fine. How about a treat!

B: So he can wake me up in the middle of the night needing to take a shit?! I don’t think so.

Me: All right…

Me: (to Charlie) Sorry, buddy. Your daddy’s an asshole!

B: I’m going to start a blog called Shit My Wife Says.

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