And She Stays?
When it comes to my wife, It's not a big surprise that I stick around. The BIG question is why does she?
For Your Consideration:
I was sitting at the breakfast table one day, eating my Quisp or BooBerry or something. As I stared at the table, it suddenly dawned on me that the table was more or less shaped like a hockey rink. Hmmmmmmm. . . . . . . So I got to work.
Later, my wife comes home from work. She says "Oh Good! You cleaned the kitchen floor. . . . .where's the table?" I took her into the basement. Right here:
"Isn't that Awesome!"! She just turned around and went back upstairs. . . . . . . .At least the floor was clean.
posted by Deathlok @ 9:46 AM
4 comments
4 Comments:
Quisp. Classic! And that rink is actually pretty cool. Wish I had one.
Was the floor clean enough to eat off of? Obviously, she should never leave you alone! That was like a good thing when she thought the floor was clean--a nice surprise--then you knee-capped her when she realized there was no table to have meals on!
She must believe in until death we do part...but I bet you push the limits! ;)
(That was creative, altho destructive! What became of it?)
linda,
It's still in the basement. I had to gut the walls to add shelves to house ALL the other hockey figures and this summer's project is to add one more.
Hmmmm, a photo tour may be in order.
Dlok,
Mrs D stays with you for the same reason I'm still with Bill -- the entertainment value. You're one funny dude. Who else could make her laugh as hard as you do?
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