pure unadulterated randomness
The other night, My Lovely Wife was in bed, hurtling headfirst into Dreamland.
However… just prior to her complete disappearance from the realm of consciousness, she called out to me:
“COME TO BED… YOU… DIRTY MCLINTOCK.”
Flabbergasted, I said, “Dirty McLintock??”
But… she was gone.
At no point since the evening in question has she been able to explain her rationale for dubbing me “Dirty McLintock”.
It remains a mystery.
Nevertheless… now — and forever — I am her Dirty McLintock.
[Pause.]
You should all be so lucky.
April 19th, 2007 at 5:07 pm
i totally wish i was someone’s dirty mclintock. that’s awesome!
April 20th, 2007 at 5:32 am
She’s ace
April 20th, 2007 at 7:49 am
You so totally are a Dirty McLintock. Your Lovely Wife just tells it like it is. Because her brain is full of awesome.
April 20th, 2007 at 8:10 am
Jenny: I knew there was something special about me. Now I know it is my status as Official Dirty McLintock. I feel pretty lucky.
Birchsprite: That she is.
Sis: Her brain is OVERfull of awesome. I know. I have to wash the pillowcases when they get stained by the awesome leaking out of her ears.
April 20th, 2007 at 8:42 am
Dirty McLintock.
…
Nope. I got nothing, except to say, Way Cool!”
April 20th, 2007 at 8:49 am
I KNOW. What can you say to that??