a realisation
I pick My Lovely Wife up at work. She enters the car bearing a massive plate of ice cream cake.
We proceed to drive home, with her feeding me spoonfuls of ice cream cake the entire way.
That’s when it hits me.
My life… it does not suck.
July 19th, 2007 at 9:59 am
And your wife… she does rock.
July 19th, 2007 at 2:28 pm
See - this is why your wife is so much more awesome than I will ever be - at least as a spouse. My favorite way to taunt the Phenom is to casually say that I brought home ice cream treats - but ate it all before I could share.
The Phenom knows this is bunk because I’m not really and ice cream eater - but it’s the taunt that counts.
July 19th, 2007 at 7:46 pm
You’d better remember this for next year’s “30-something reasons why my wife rocks!” This is excellent - if it were me this would be reason #1! mmm..ice cream…
July 20th, 2007 at 8:41 am
Sis: I KNOW.
TSB: Not… an ice cream eater? [Perplexed look.]
g-dog: It is pretty special. But… I already posted it. It’s gotta be new. It’s gotta be hard. I gotta work for it.
July 20th, 2007 at 9:42 am
Oh, man, are you dead? Did you go to Heaven? I see no other explanation.
July 20th, 2007 at 9:51 am
No. Because in Heaven, the seraphim will clean the kitty litter for you. And that ain’t happening yet.
Stupid seraphim.
July 20th, 2007 at 12:11 pm
It had the chocolate cookie crunch layer, right? Cause the chocolate cookie crunch layer, I’m pretty sure, is one of the seven habits of highly effective people.
July 20th, 2007 at 1:12 pm
And the fudge! Don’t forget THE FUDGE.
July 20th, 2007 at 1:13 pm
Oh, great, now the preggo woman is craving fudge. Mmmm…. fudge….
July 20th, 2007 at 1:51 pm
It’s like some sort of wet dream — only it really happened.
Dear Penthouse Letters:
I’ve often wondered if the stories you print are true…