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Because I am the domestic virtuoso and the ironing diva of my household, I make sure my husband is spit-polished and well-pressed for his role as bossman. Wouldn't want anyone thinking I am not taking care of my man you know. Afterall, it would be a bad reflection on me if he is seen in public all rumpled and wrinkled. At least that is how I grew up... God forbid a man's pants aren't creased $@%$!% That is another sin in my mother's eyes and the gulity party is always the wife.

My husband takes his bossman role very seriously. So serious that it carries over to our life at home. Well today was one of those days where it came home with him. An ideal husband would come home and kiss his bride and children as soon as he set foot in the door. I don't expect that. It's not my husband's way.... a "hi" is usually a good greeting from him and is acceptable in my eyes.

The first words that came out of his mouth today was about his shirt... HIS SHIRT! He was upset that he didn't have a button-down shirt ironed and at the ready when he got dressed this morning. Instead the poor man had to resort to a polo-style shirt. My God the world is going to end! My mistake really... I wasn't paying attention to the scantness of his closet yesterday. But the man had professional clothing on and still looked executive.

I was hurt... truly... a blow to my domestic ego. But I din't let it show. Didn't want him to feel like he was my boss and I was the deficient employee that didn't make my deadline.
I have a way of keeping my cool when my husband gets on my nerves. I am not much into confrontation nor do I like to raise my voice. I like to internalize my displeasure and anger... I plot and scheme and daydream about revengeful things I could do. Now before you get the wrong idea I want you to note that I am against violence... it's just not my way.
So how does a wife torture such an accomplished yet austere man?.... I have the solution! It's genius in fact..... Horizontal creases. Could you just imagine the man putting his pants on in the dark morning and finding himself at work only to peer down at horizontal creases across his thighs???
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