This month Ryan and I have been married for 8 years. It’s been a busy 8 years, full of school, jobs, babies, moving and renovating. It hasn’t all been roses, but we have persevered and have built a marriage based on trust and mutual goals and understanding.
Or so I thought….
Meet Dexter…
There are a few issues on which I refuse to compromise; if you can’t put it in the dirty clothes, I can’t wash it, call if you’re going to be late, complain about dinner and go hungry…. AND NOTHING WITH EYES hangs on my wall.
Dexter has not been well received (just look at him giving me the stink eye!). Ryan “surprised” me by bringing him home this weekend and hanging him up in my sewing area.
I know, 8 kinds of unacceptable, right?!
(why won’t he stop staring???????)
I hate him. Every time I come downstairs and round the corner and find him….. just hanging there….. all dead….. AND STARING AT ME!
Imagine my reaction to stumbling downstairs one night without my glasses and coming face to nose with Dexter.
Oh hell no!
If he’s still in my house by Friday I’m having a deer roast. Who wants to come?