By the way, things weren't exactly a bowl of roses in here tonight.
No, and I suppose they probably weren't a bed of cherries, either.
(By the way, I had no idea what number that was, until my wife figured it out. I suppose that's reason CXLIII.)
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Why I Love My Wife, Part CXLII
The English tongue does amazing things when she's in the room. Consider this gem from this evening:
No, and I suppose they probably weren't a bed of cherries, either.
(By the way, I had no idea what number that was, until my wife figured it out. I suppose that's reason CXLIII.)
No, and I suppose they probably weren't a bed of cherries, either.
(By the way, I had no idea what number that was, until my wife figured it out. I suppose that's reason CXLIII.)
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