So. Storm out of here with your bags packed with out even say good bye, will you? All because you didn't get your way. Too bad I didn't notice until all day after the movie that you left.
You can lead a man to water, but you can't make him think.
How ridiculously childish. Do you think you are punishing me by withholding your grouchy coot like demeanor? I refuse to call you first this time and say,"You are what? you are what?", until you say you are sorry. Ain't gonna happen.
If you build a man a fire, you keep him warm for a night. If you set a man on fire, you keep him warm for the rest of his life.
This is hurting you more than it is me. You are out of town surrounded by strangers. Ponder that one as you deprive yourself from my company. You gotta crawl back sooner or later. After all, the pay check always comes to this address.
Men. You can't live with them, you can't bludgeon them in the back of the head and bury them under the deck in your back yard. Often.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
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Ok, Ok, I is sorry, Ok?
Now take me back – cause baby its cold outside!!!!
you can't bludgeon them in the back of the head and bury them under the deck in your back yard.
The smell a 200 pound carcass generates is difficult to hide, especially if you have little dogs that keep trying to dig it up.
You know that saying....a friend will bail you out of jail but a Best friend will be sitting right beside you. Cause they helped u bury the body.
All caught up :-)
As for hubby, don't worry, he'll be begging soon enough to get back into the warmth, men are predicatable that way ;-)
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