He heard me yelling, and came running, pretty sure someone had died. I don't think it would be a stretch for me to convince him that I desperately need the booze.
He heard me yelling, and came running, pretty sure someone had died. I don't think it would be a stretch for me to convince him that I desperately need the booze.
Yeah! I think it won't be a big club, though :(
My husband has a nice bottle of scotch hidden away. I might steal some from him. Because I'm a terrible wife.
I should probably stock up with a few more bottles.
I should have a bottle of wine in the basement labeled "Open in Case of Right Wing Rage Emergency"
I'm in Kansas, and there's no liquor for me either. Looks like I'll have to break in to the old bottle of creme de cacao. (Or not. That sounds gross.)
I don't know enough about parliamentary order to know what vote he was talking about when he said the previous issue passed. Please explain?
I'm already several glasses of Pinot in. It's not helping, I'm anxious as hell
I bet I can find something on Wikipedia about this. attention span is regulated by
he also kind of sounds like my three year old nephew who says he has a hundred girlfriends. (It's the biggest number he knows)
1) sarcasm. your comment read like a strange advice column in men's health. I think an exchange of sex and money is a little twisted when not everyone involved knows that's what's happening.
I do understand that it can be complicated when dealing with the financial aspects of relationships like this. If you actually discuss your per-hour rate, you might be arrested for prostitution. But when you don't, some of them might think you're actually emotionally invested. Silly women, not understanding how things…
Will you be my dad?
my husband and I debated the door-holding thing a few times. It's now turned into a joke where I claw helplessly at a door handle and yowl like a frustrated cat until he opens it. or he'll ostentatiously hold a door open for me and say "don't worry ma'am, I've got this."
Or Ever After, where Drew Barrymore channels Madonna for her Britishy accent? I guess that's as close as she could get to French.
I read Ella Enchanted so many times that the cover fell off. It was dropped in a lake, chewed by a dog, and covered in food and drink stains.
Here's my unsubstantiated, most likely wildly inaccurate initial response:
I don't agree with him, I was just saying that he expressed himself poorly. Also, I'm sick of "woman of good character" being a catch phrase.
My Fake Patty's Day celebrations were always fantastic. Why? Because I avoided assholes like this writer and got shitsauced with my dude friends in the basement at Auntie Mae's.
I guess I just don't get the joke. And that's fine, I am a humorless feminist.