Wednesday, December 22, 2010
The Greatest
Scott saw my blog post.
"You're selling me?" he asks.
"Yep. To the lowest bidder," I giggle.
"One of my Facebook friends will buy me," he fakes moping.
"Suckers!"
"Hey, some women would like to come home to dinner ready every night, and would love to have a husband who can stare down a convenience store clerk without fear: 'Yes, chocolate and tampons. Whatever she needs. I am the greatest (bleeping) husband in the world!'"
It is hard to ague with that.
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