He: What’s wrong?
She: I’m stressed.
She: I’m stressed.
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Showing posts with label Married. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Married: The Party Spoon
Little He: Can we get some ice cream?
He: Did the fact that we are standing in front of a gelato store have anything to do with that question?
Married: The Green Deck Chair
He: Whatcha doin’?
She: Just enjoying sitting out here on the deck, reading my book, listening to the waves lap at my feet, feeling the cool breeze. Just loving being out here on the lake.
Married: The Dead Guy
She: How come you always park so far away from the store?
He: Easy ingress and egress, my dear.
Married: The Red Paint
He: What’s the matter?
She: I don’t want you to panic, but look at this towel.
Married: The Curtains
She: (mumbling softly) I wish someone would hang the new curtain rod in the living room window.
He: What did you say?
Monday, August 22, 2011
Married: The Question
She: Can I ask you a question? Do these new jeans make my butt look big?
Me: Yes.
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