My husband loves getting magazines and often finds subscriptions for free. Nearly every month there’s a new one arriving at our house.
A month ago Nylon started arriving. I questioned this decision since I’m not into fashion and he told me he thought it was a music mag.
“Records are made from vinyl, not nylon” I informed him and then we laughed our asses off for a few minutes.
We are great fodder for one another’s amusement.
Me to the hubby the other night: “Your mission this week is to win the lottery. Should your mission fail, I will self destruct.”
The thing is, I don’t need 227 million dollars like that one couple who recently won (and who couldn’t even crack a smile about it; what’s up with that?). No one needs that much money. I’d give a lot of it away to charity. A few million would be enough for us to quit our jobs and live comfortably off the interest. We’d travel, take the kids to cool destinations, and just enjoy life without all the worries that come from not having enough money to do what your heart desires. We’d also get a bigger house so I could have the game room I’ve always wanted (and maybe even an indoor pool).
But the best part? The house would have a detached guest house so I could foster animals for adoption without worrying about the boy’s allergies and asthma. I’d also photograph them for free for the adoption websites so I could help them find permanent homes.
That’s my simple dream.
Now make it happen, Joe.
No pressure or anything.
A creepy thing some people put in their mouths (work safe, I promise). I love this cartoon!
Just for Jenniy – it’s a Corgi!
The very end of this trailer gets funnier every time I watch it. Unfortunately it reminds me of a girl at work who has a very obnoxious laugh.
My second favorite band in the whole world. I now own all their albums. I’m smitten.
One the announcers for the Packers game just called a player a tool.
I don’t think he meant it in the way I use that word.
My husband likes to turn ordinary conversation into sexual innuendo so much so that he’s past even thinking about what he’s saying anymore. Case in point – the other night I was talking about how much I love the turkey kielbasa because it’s so soft and juicy. He says to me, “Oh I’ve got something soft and juicy for you”. We both paused, and then I exclaimed, “Oh my god! I am soooo blogging that!”
I haven’t stopped teasing him about that remark since. It’s amaz-za-zing how often I’ve been able to slip it into normal conversation. Yea, give me something soft and juicy, baby! I’m still LMAO thinking about it.