Bitter Wives Club

So FOUR times tonight I walked in on my husband…  let me set the stage… he’s been in the garage “rearranging the boxes” for 6 hours.  I go out to the garage to (of course) get a beer (out of what was supposed to have been my kegerator but has NEVER become my kegerator) and I find him singing into a bottle of shampoo.  The second time I walk out, he’s singing into a bottle of shampoo.  Both times he completely denies that he was doing anything of the sort.  I tell him- I sing frequently, but I just use my hand as a microphone, not a bottle of shampoo… So the third time I sneak out to the doggy door with a camera… but that motherf*&%ing dog gave me away (I only wish I could show you pictures of this).  The fourth time?  Oh he was in a full up squat, using his fist as his microphone  giving a complete concert to the boxes.  The good news?  He was singing Incubus and not Justin Timberlake or Lady Gaga… this helps me.

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