I had dressed myself to perfection according to my husband.
A white tank is tucked into a skirt, with a cardigan thrown over. Full leggings underneath with some black ankle boots with my blonde curled and hanging over my shoulders.
"I hate you." She says looking up at me from the vase in front of her.
"There have been too many times I have watched your children last minute instead of having sex." I say walking past her. "I deserved it."
"I still hate you and your cute outfit." She laughs and then smiles.
"Ugh get over it." I say taking off my coat.
"You're outfit gets better as you take off your jacket. Great... just great." She murmurs.
"Someones cranky