Hae

If I had a husband, I could blame him for all of what my in laws have done and have said that I didn't like. I could also blame him for anything else that I didn't like such as the unbelievably high balance on my credit card bill or the big number at the bottom of the telephone statement, although all of the long distance items show the numbers that I know by heart. However, he is my man and men are good at being taken responsible for anything that is not good enough, high enough, low enough or, in certain cases, sturdy enough. If I saw a cockroach or anything that was alive and moved, I could get him run fast at my high-pitched scream to get the slipper and execute the frightening, hairy and ugly animal with on deadly stroke. Then he would get the dustpan and the broom and perform the funeral taking the smashed body into the toilet basin and flushing it down into no-come- back one-way- only destination. In the meantime I would be screaming and jumping up and down while hiding behind him and wrinkling my nose to imply how disgusting the scene is and how cruel you should be to do change a little harmless insect into a paper-thin film of organic material. If I had a husband, I could talk about all his weaknesses and stupid actions to all my friends and to his friends, as well , making him blush to the back of his ears. After all, men look more handsome when they are red or even better when they are bluish red. Briefly, I would feel safer, more comfortable and freer if I had a husband. After all, who doesn't want a company who is easy to manage and ready to do anything for you just to win a smile, a hug or a kiss on the cheek and a tap on the shoulder?