I woke up about 20 minutes ago.
my husband has informed me that I am a "prickly pear"this morning.
I have been told that if I were a pear at the grocery and he were a hand, he would put me back in the pile this morning and pick a pear that would not prickle his paw.
I growled , and we giggled.
aren't the Messerrman's weird?
smooches to my furgzilla, I promise to remove my porcupine quills as soon as i finish waking up.
I need my coffee now.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
Call the police.
There's a prickly pear loose in the Germantown area, serving coffee in a green apron.
hey! stop using my sign0in to post thinggs to me....
that last one was from jeff, and now I feel like I have come home to find him twirling around the house in my panties, except he's blogging around in my bunny ears!
Post a Comment