I went to the mall.
He took Monkey Man to get his hair cut.
I ran by my sister's for a quick drink.
They swung through the drive-thru at Taco Bell.
I hit the local burger place to bring home burgers and fries.
He is in the basement working on some of the 19 bids he has due tomorrow.
I am upstairs folding laundry, exfoliating, and farting. Damn sushi I had for lunch is haunting me.
Now that's romance for you. I challenge you to have a night so filled with passion.
I guess the big news is that it's official. Joey is not one of the candidates for Anna Nicole's baby daddy. Dodged that bullet!
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Could we switch? I spent my Valentine's night cleaning up chocolate puke from a sick toddler. Sometimes being a grown up sucks.
Happy Valentines Day.
i'll see your challenge, but i think joansy already won. barf trumps anything.
i went home--he'd made dinner (french dips and fries), i spent half an hour on the phone with the stupid bank while he played with bob, i played with bob while he made a phone call for work, we watched food network and animal planet, i went to the gym, came home and put bob to bed no fewer than 4 times, then i tried to initiate the "no more kids and how are we going to go about it" discussion, he inadvertently made a comment about my weight, and we went to bed with me annoyed. whoopee!
i do love him--really. not that you'd know based on the day-to-day. but i think that's the truth of most marriages, isn't it?
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