You know it's time to cut the husband off when:
a) he starts talking with an Irish accent...and we've never been to Ireland...nor is there any Irish in his gene pool
b)he asks "how'd the baby get in the living room?" when he had put her there 2 minutes earlier. At this point I took up 100% of the kid duties
c) something to do with pirouetting across the kitchen floor and talking about pickles....neither of these things are remotely normal.Yup, time to hide the whiskey.
This was way more fun in days gone by when we had friends to have a good time with. Although, I am finding tormenting him highly amusing.
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