Yeah. Right.

So last night, we were watching TV. And then this low budget porn thing is on one of the channels. In foreign countries, TV programming is definitely different than the United States. And my husband stops. Of course, he's a man. He is hard wired to stop when he sees naked women. Whatever. But for some reason, I am more easily annoyed than I ever have been before. And normally, this kind of programming wouldn't offend me. Really, not in the least. But last night it did. Big time.

So I just ignored it. I focused my attention to my laptop. And then my husband leans in closer to me. After chugging a few beers I might add. If you don't already have this piece of information tucked into your brain somewhere, I'll share my tidbit of knowledge with you. Heineken beer is stinky. It smells stinky in the container, and after you drink it, even stinkier. Trust me. I know this. Like I said, he was leaning in close to my face, close to my body. And he says to me, "When can I get you naked like that?"

No. I'm not kidding. I didn't have a response for him either. I just stared at him. Was he serious? Was that his idea of foreplay? Did he think that his statement was a turn on? Seriously? I thought I was going to have to smack him. I'm not sure what I said next, I'm not sure if I even spoke. But the next thing I know, he was snoring. Phew!

After I pulled my head out of my computer bliss, I noticed that he left the channel on. I had to get out of the bed to go and fetch the remote that he left over on his bedside table. Nice.

OK. So now I hear him complaining about my son having an accident in his pants. Fantastic. Instead of just changing him, he complains to me. Who do I have to complain to when he's at work? Oh that's right, I don't complain. I just take care of the mess. Why can't he do the same?

Someone is getting on momma's last nerve.