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Getting your husband to ask for directions to the Grand Canyon is like asking him to fork over his penis. Getting him to admit he's actually lost is like asking him to fork over his penis but not before sprinkling it with glitter, wrapping it up in a bright, red, shiny bow, placing it on a silver platter and presenting it to you while singing karaoke to Don't Cry For Me, Argentina.

~The Creative Junkie

Is it so wrong to get into my pajamas before my husband gets home from work giving him no indication that I've gotten dressed at all that day?

~Gray Matter Matters