"Hey - can you be ready in ten minutes?"
These words are enough to put me in a bad mood for the entire weekend yet my husband, without fail, utters them to me every Saturday morning as I am emerging from the shower.
This is from the same man who can take up to twenty minutes to decide on a pair of shoes. Or thirty to decide on the perfect undershirt-and-t-shirt combo.
So as I sit here in full attire, wet hair and a face lacking any tidbit of cosmetic enhancement I plot my revenge...
Suggestions are welcomed. :)