Here are things in this life that I wounder about and hope that I will understand one day.
Why some times my husband says he'll be home at 6pm and then comes home at midnight and wounders why I am mad at him.
Why some times my husband says he will be home in and hour comes home in 30mins and still expects dinner to be ready.
How come I serve up the food for him and then he will go get his own.
Why do I have the patience of a Saint but at home all it takes is one word and I turn into bitchzila
How come a playoff bye-week seems to last longer then the regular season bye-week.
(I think it has to do with knowing who you are going to be playing.)
How come a hot coco is soothing even when it is 80 degrees out side.
