In yesterday’s blog post, I wrote about what it would be like to marry Codi Miller, in today’s blog post, I am going to write about what it would be like to be married to Codi Miller.  For those of you who don’t know, Codi Miller is from the small North Dakota town, Amidon, population 20.  Codi was Miss North Dakota Teen USA in 2009, and Miss Rodeo North Dakota in about 2014.  I like Codi, she is very pretty, and so is her sister Kit.

Continuing the story from yesterday…  It was hot and tiring at the wedding, and Codi’s sister Kit kept telling her, “You know, it’s not too late to get out of this.”  Codi’s parents didn’t know what to think.  Her dad kept complaining, “I don’t care that he got her a truck instead of an engagement ring, but why did it have to be a Toyota truck, why couldn’t she have a Dodge truck, I don’t like this.”

I don’t even want to talk about the honeymoon.  It didn’t go well.

Back at the house, I had already decided to give the master bedroom and the master bathroom to Codi.  The master bedroom has the biggest closet, and I knew that she would fill it up entirely, along with most of the bedroom.  I had to put a padlock on the bedroom down at the other end of the house where I stay, because Codi kept taking my clothes and shoes out of the closet and throwing them away, in order to put more of her clothes in my closet.  I had already explained to Codi that I needed to keep my older jeans and older work boots in order to do dirty physical labor jobs, but she just ignored this.  So I had to put a padlock on the door, or I would only have a couple of shirts and pants left.

Sometimes late at night, I find Codi squatting in a chair or on the sofa, eating toast with jelly and eggs.  She looks worried, like I am going to ask if I can have some.  I ask the rhetorical question, “Did you make me any?”  Which makes her leave and go back to her bedroom.

As far as laundry goes, the closest to doing my laundry, is when I have clothes in the dryer, she takes them out and puts them on top of the dryer, and I don’t mean folds them, she just leaves them all wadded up on top of the dryer because she needed to use the dryer.

Sometimes I wake up and find that my daily driver vehicle is missing, that Codi has left her vehicle, and has taken my vehicle.  This means that her vehicle was so low on gas, that she didn’t think that it would make it into town, so she took my vehicle.

The cats like me better than her.  The cats never see Codi bring home groceries, do any cooking for the family, catch mice, or do any yard work, and they think that she has too many clothes, and why does anyone need this many clothes?