![]() 03/03/2014 at 00:11 • Filed to: None | ![]() | ![]() |
So I've got a few odd thoughts, and I have to relay some information about married life and how my wife is pretty awesome.
Merle Norman is a chain of cosmetics stores. My wife won't shop there because, as she says, "Merle sounds like a guy who could rebuild your transmission. Not the guy who can match the best color eyeshadow to your style."
She was feeling amorous tonight but was laughing too hard to initiate sexy time because the pug jumped on the bed and was snoring very loudly.
Her quote of the night, however, was, "Steve, you're yelling at a game show. You're not seventy years old."
But the fuckers on Cash Cab didn't know Yugoslavia.
The picture is one I took at the BiLo in Belmont a few months back. Money doesn't mean taste.
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Lol. I would like to meet your wife one day. She sounds like she could be my best friend.
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I think she's already his best friend...
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![]() 03/03/2014 at 03:35 |
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Foiled by the dog yet again.
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Life is long and dogs can't jump up on the bed forever.