A rehab story,
Out to dinner
Husband: dont put your bag in the aisle, I'll hold it.
Me: no you're going to put it on the floor.
Husband: no I'll set it on my knee, its fine.
"Done with dinner"
Me: can I have my bag.
"Husband hands me my regina with greasy sauce and kimchee dripped all over the side because he is an f-n mess."
Me: REALLY!!!!
Husband: (sheepishly) sorry
So now I'm washing my regina.![]()

