Nearly everytime my wife sees me taking a pinch of snus or dip, I hear something along these lines:
"That's your fifth dip today. What happened to only dipping twice a day?" (Ha, twice a day...since when!)
"Am I making you that miserable that you need to take a dip?" (well actually....)
"You're being selfish. You're going to make me raise this child alone aren't you?" (?????)
She also has the scent tracking and hearing abilities of a bloodhound. She can smell or hear a can of tobacco being cracked open from the other end of the house! My favorite is when I drop little pieces of tobacco on the floor. She is always so proud of herself when she finds those. She thinks she's a detective on CSI or something.
Now I understand how Al Bundy (not Ted Bundy) felt. Well, maybe Ted Bundy too. But I'm happily married....with children
"That's your fifth dip today. What happened to only dipping twice a day?" (Ha, twice a day...since when!)
"Am I making you that miserable that you need to take a dip?" (well actually....)
"You're being selfish. You're going to make me raise this child alone aren't you?" (?????)
She also has the scent tracking and hearing abilities of a bloodhound. She can smell or hear a can of tobacco being cracked open from the other end of the house! My favorite is when I drop little pieces of tobacco on the floor. She is always so proud of herself when she finds those. She thinks she's a detective on CSI or something.
Now I understand how Al Bundy (not Ted Bundy) felt. Well, maybe Ted Bundy too. But I'm happily married....with children

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