I want my sexy husband.
I don’t know why, but right now, the only thing I want to do it getgood and drunk and molest Eddie.
Now, this isn’t anything out of the ordinary, but no less than 30 minutes ago we had the following conversation in the kitchen while making dinner:
him: [holding out a forkful of corn] Here. Chew it well and let me know the results.
(a reference to my explaination of why corn always seems to come out in one piece after you eat it)
me: I was thinking it would be better if you just swallowed a couple of pieces whole and just waited to see how long it takes to come back out.
And no less than 10 minutes ago we had this one while trying to put something on TV:
me: Oooh! Put on Mean Girls, I’ve only missed 10 minutes!
him: You sure? I could put on Timeline and you could rub yourself to Paul Walker. [start rubbing his nipples] Oh Paul!
me: How do you know I’m not going to do that to Lindsey Lohan?
him: Rawr.
But seriously, another drink or two and I’ll be well on my way to being drunk and jumping his bones.
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