You know you’re REALLY mad at your Hubby when you…
Don’t mind that you’ve giving him the Ugly Fork [sup]TM[/sup] to eat with.
You know that fork. The one which has been thru a Rodeo with the disposal and almost looks like it’s giving you the finger. Yeah, that one.
That’s pretty mad, but you know you are madder still when you give him the spoon that has been through the garbage disposal for just a couple of seconds, leaving it looking pretty normal but slicing open the inside of your lip with your first bite.
Not the Ugly Fork! <gasp>
He must have been a REALLY bad boy.
All I get is a bologna sandwich… 
You get FOOD?!
Our ugly fork was once used to scoop out cat food.
This is genius. I know what fork he’s getting the next time I’m mad at him .
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Well, at least it’s not the toothbrush you use for cleaning grunge outta the birdcage.
The ugly fork, man. The honeymoon’s over.
I got a rock.
Funny how forks have to be “just right.” My husband eats with the dessert forks and I eat with the food forks. Well, he grabbed the big fork the other night. I walked right over to him and traded it out with the mamsy-pamsy little girly-man fork. The dessert fork at dinner will not stand!
You know you’re mad at your husband when you don’t put a lovenote in his lunchbox.
…you put his favorite t-shirt in the very bottom of his dresser drawer.
…you don’t bother telling him you bought his favorite chocolate-chip cookies.
You know you are mad at your husband when you only bring dinner home for yourself.
When you make his sandwich with the “heel” of the bread (both ends).
When you “accidentally” don’t record one of his shows because you moved one or your shows to a higher priority on the DVR.
Oh, and when you ask for a divorce because you caught him cheating with another woman. Motherfucker.
My girlfriend was mad at me, so she intentionally burned the meat loaf she was already making and threw out the ketchup bottle.
Brilliant.
I’ve been known to make his favorite meal, but just enough for me. And then I’ll eat it in front of him.
This is CLASSIC. Last night, I was so pissed at him, I gave ALL the leftover Halloween Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups to MY KID! Three full bags full!!! The look on his face was unbelievable - and so f-ing worth it!
And just so’s ya know, the fork thing is kinda creepy - my husband eats with the salad/dessert forks too and I eat with normal forks. Perhaps we should set them both on an ice flow somewhere or something - this can’t be normal…
His goofy mother doesn’t even HAVE any big forks. They’re all the little dessert forks with that stupid-ass little design between the tines. At least my set is just a slightly smaller version of a manly-sized fork. I really need a utensil with some girth to it.
The last time my wife was really mad at me (I don’t mean the little annoyed mad but the, “You f’ing a-hole! I’m gonna show you!” mad) she hid my car keys so I was forced to take her car. Normally that wouldn’t be too bad but she hadn’t cleaned it in a while so it was crawling with kids toys, old French fries, children’s books, spilled chocolate milk on the back seat, spilled ketchup on the passenger seat and it smelled like a bus station bathroom because my daughter, who was in diapers at the time, had the flu the night before and had evacuated both ends in the back seat. :eek: Sure, I had cleaned up the mess but the smell was still there. Also, the gas gauge was on E.
Now, all of this was bad enough. But she also knew that I was taking my boss and some clients out for lunch. And she took all of the cash and the debit card from my wallet (we had gotten rid of all other credit cards).
Luckily she forgot about the emergency blank check I always carry in a sleeve in my wallet. It was too early to go to the bank so I had to buy something at the grocery store and write the check for an extra $50. That gave me enough cash to get it cleaned and put some gas in it but nowhere near enough to pay for lunch. I told my boss what had happened and asked if he minded paying for lunch. He laughed and said no problem. He then gave me $50 and told me to bring some flowers home or else next time it might be worse.
Taking notes.
Need to make Ugly Fork.
Probably I’m just weird or something, because I’ve never been mad enough at my husband to do more than A: cry and yell at him, or B: throw a Reader’s Digest at him (only happened once, about 19 years ago).
Then again, on the whole, we are both freakishly laid back.
I know what you mean. Why, just the other night, I put the pillow cases on my pillows but didn’t put them on my husband’s pillows! That will show him!
Many women have complained to me about their husbands, using this language. 
