The Life of a Woman Who Doesn't Nag

Hubby and I played The Newlywed Game last night at a Valentines Day banquet. It was hillarious. We won the bonus question with the answer "Dog Poop".

The thing is my husband NEVER EVER picks up the dog poop in the back yard. Good thing the dogs only poop in certain places. But we don't have little Chihuahuas or Yorkies. We have massive dobermans. We have a lot of poop. We could probably figure out an alternate fuel mechanism and power our house for the next year.

But the thing is that I take care of everything in the house. My husband takes out the trash and does his own laundry. It falls under his realm of responsibility to take care of the dog poop.

I refuse to pick up the dog poop. I find it quite nauseating. I refuse to nag. I find that quite nauseating as well. So the dog poop stays in the yard with the exception of what the dogs eat. And it finally paid off last night in the bonus question on the Newlywed Game. (We've been married six years.)