Drunk Husbands...part 2

Here we go again.

Talking to a drunk husband is worse than talking to a 3-year-old. Three-year-olds respond to the best of their ability, no matter what the question. Are you hungry, are you sad, are you sleepy, and they'd answer to are you drunk, if they understood the concept.

Apparently, drunk husbands don't understand the concept either...or any concepts, for that matter.

Wake up, it's 6:15, when's your tee time time?

It's 6:15, your cell phone is ringing. Are you missing golf?

Wake up, and answer your phone!

Waking up a naked blob of flesh on your livingroom sofa isn't what I call a great start to a Holiday.

To everyone BUT my husband, Happy Canada Day! I hope his Canada Day is just plain awful, if he still heads into work at noon (I doubt THAT will happen!), since he probably had a spankin' Canada Day Eve!