Loving You...
“So, Honey. When I was gone, did you sit on the couch in your underwear, eating ice cream and talking to the cats?”
“No. Shyah.”
“Really?”
“Well, the cats wouldn’t sit with me and we don’t have ice cream in the house. I had to settle for a pudding cup.”
posted by Mandy @ 9:33 PM
5 Comments:
Awwwww! Sweet dreams are made of this....
....love me some puddin' cups!
When my Special K (again not to be confused...) travels on business, I get cheese spread, crackers, and frozen pizza and talk to the dog. The cats, however, are on their own. Little monsters....
Madcity
doesn't everyone hang out in their own filth when left to their own devices? Or is that just me & J?
The lack of junk food in the house means that my depression can only be fed through healthy means. *Says Keith as he binges on carrot sticks, ginger snaps and a 6 pack of soy yogurt*
But I bet he drank milk out of the carton... ;)
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