I came on to defend myself... First of all, to those of you that say that you are married and you "tell her how it is" are full of it. Either you're a liar or she's brain-dead.
I would also like to mention that the infamous Pickle hasn't had to do any parental duties beyond saying, "Honey, the little Pickles are angry..." in WEEKS! He likes to think that he has it so tough... I applaud all of you who are military (current and past), do not get me wrong.
However, from a wife that thought she was marrying an Equine Vet Student at Iowa State, then was an E3 AW wife (both of us with degrees), not to mention moving 9 times in 5 years, we deserve a night out once in awhile.
I will gladly take your wives out, and y'all can take care of "the Diva" and the "two-year-old-psychopath" any day of the week.
Did I mention I have a mentally retarded Weimaraner? Yeah, her too...
Pickle likes to get his frilly panties in a wad, as most of you know (in real life and here) all too well by now. Personally, they're in a wad so much that I think he likes the feeling...
![]()
Ding Ding...Round 1 to the Mrs.:icon_tong