After last night’s fiasco there are no longer rules of engagement in the House of Me.
I slept in the spare room last night. Took me forever to fall asleep as I plotted his slow and painful demise. This morning, he came in before leaving for work to give me a kiss and say goodbye; I pretended to be sleeping still since I didn’t want to get in a fight just yet. Plus, I hadn’t full developed my plan off attack.
Asshat is going down.

Thirteen Ways I Could Bring Down Manchild.
1. Hot Sauce - even the sight of it can send him running to the washroom, causing stomach cramping and hours on the toilet.
2. Ball Gag and Butt Plug - of course, after I hog tie him like the animal he is.
3. Britney Spears - lock him in a room with her when she’s horny and at her most bat-shit crazy moment.
4. Viper - rent a Viper (the car) for the weekend and not let him near it. This is his dream car people. He’d DIE for a chance to even touch one.
5. XBox 360 - while I have him hog tied and gagged. Smash his XBox in front of him and break each disc in half.
6. Abstain - from sex, with him. Forever.
7. Cats - rescue 9 more cats. Become the crazy cat lady and let them pee on his pillow.
8. Television - sell it. Make sure he’s home when the people come to pick it up.
9. Laundry - turn all his whites pink. Throw away all his clothes and replace with new ones in various shades of pink.
10. Names - ensure that Carter calls him Mommy. All. the. time.
11. Mommy - Start calling him Mommy all the time. Even in public. (Could be a little strange for me though.)
12. Movies - ruin them all. Everything that we watch, ask question incessantly throughout.
13. Boobies - get bigger boobies and NEVER let him near them.
































































