On Mother’s Day, My Wife Just Said… #59
My wife just said everything without needing to say anything. She gave me the Mother’s Day Look. The one that says, “Um. It’s Mother’s Day. Please rephrase what you just said.” -Elizabeth
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10 Responses to “On Mother’s Day, My Wife Just Said… #59”
ahahaha. This could be the beginning of a new section entitled “Don’t Look at Me in That Tone”.
So true. Too painfully true!
Lol! I gave that look yesterday too
Like a boss! A Mom Boss.
I feel like I can picture her giving you that look…
I don’t know how, but I’m sure you have the exact picture in your head. Ha ha! It’s wasn’t furious. It was just a slightly-humorous trailer for the film of fury.
We call that the angry mom look…I get that too often…
Hah! I’m just glad I got the warning flare and wasn’t allowed to stumble forward into something worse.
Sometimes I would kill just for the warning flare…it’s usually my stupidity that sets me into motion for something worse…
I hear ya! Been there, tooooooo many times.
I like to think of it as sprinting towards the electric chair to get away from a crime. Completely clueless where we’re heading until, “Hey, why are you shaving my head and putting these straps on my wrists?”