| I don't care what you say. He's happily married to a manipulator. |
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| Written by OHmommy | |
| Tuesday, 02 June 2009 18:03 | |
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The very first negative comment I got on my blog was on a post where I admitted to buying two pairs of black stilettos because I could not make up my mind between the two in the store and so I brought them both back home and after the kids were in bed I paraded around in my sexy new heels and mini skirt. Hoping. My husband could help me choose. "Keep both." It was beyond my wildest expectations. The naughty parade around the laundry baskets and diapers was enough for him to forget about the price. The negative comment left on that post said something like, "OHmommy. You just lost a reader. How could you manipulate your husband like that?" Waaaa.... I cried. Deleted that post. And. Then grew a (web) backbone. Tonight, as I was editing my photos online I overheard a news program my husband was watching, "Would you rather go home to a happy woman with 300 pairs of shoes or go home to an angry woman with 4 pairs of shoes?" It was said in response to a husband complaining about his wife's shopping habits. You can insert what ever you are into in lieu of shoes... you get the point. I remember exclaiming something like, "Boo-Yah!" In which my husband looked at me like I was crazy. "What?" I asked. "You are the head of the household. That's clear. But we all know that I am the neck that turns the head, yo!" Geesh... I convinced my man into having a third child right after he had just purchased the designer ARHAUS dinner table/chairs in celebration of us having two kids. No slutty lingerie was involved in that deal. We blessed the mahogany with a prayer, "This really is our third child that we will nature and nurture into divine dinner parities from here on out." And we were happy with our third child, the dinette set. Nine months later the Feenster was born. I do get a lot of what I want. I admit. But it's only because I play the roll of a slutty 50s pin-up wife who manipulates my husband into thinking that it is he who makes the decisions as the head of the household. I don't know about your husband. But mine doesn't complain. Actually. He really likes it. And we are very happily married because my parades in heels around the laundry piles are quite convincing enough for us to say, "Don't knock it until you try it."  |
