That when I have a full blown craving for a shrimp quesadilla from Rosie's that my husband moves as slow as flipping molasses?
I am ready...showered, shaved, full blowdry and makeup, plus ironed clothes. Texted with a friend for a few minutes, now I'm nesting. I'm fricking ready to GOOOOOOO....and?
He's in the bathroom...If he is not ready to go in 20 minutes, I'm leaving him at home ;-)
Re: Why is it?