I Am But a Slave

Well I guess this is my first entry as a married woman, but left me advise those who aren't married. DON'T GET MARRIED!!!!!!! And if anyone asks you to, run for the hills for dear life.

Ok maybe not run for the hills, but you get the picture.

It seems that people think that marriage is exciting, and somehow, romantic, but believe me....NO and NO. It seems I've been committed to a life of slavery. I told this to my hubby yesterday, and he goes, "You're kidding ... right?" to which I answered quite promptly, "No, I'm not." Examples I gave him are as follows:

1. I clean up after you, like the bandaids that you leave on the bedside table and the cups of coffee lying around on tables here and there.
2. When I cleaned up the bathroom, you noticed straightaway that the blob of toothpaste that was in the corner was gone. Well if you noticed that there was a blob of toothpaste, why on earth did you not clean it up when you first noticed it.
3. I do the washing, I vacuum the whole house, I mop the floors, etc, etc

As you can see from the lateness of this blog, I even have no time for the Net.

Now this was his comeback ( totally lame might I add):

1. I take the trash out

Whoah!!!!!! Blown away right? Taking out the trash is seen as equivalent to my household tasks. Many people tell me it's a guy thing. So I guess I was doomed from the start. At least I'm giving him the guilt trip and at the same time I've learnt the fine art of strongly advising him to do tasks as he has already promised me he would help me out. I'll make sure it is the worst mistake of his life. Muahahahaha!

Anyway, I better head back to slavery. Sink full of dishes here I come.