Come on Bree... you know that the best 3 minutes, or 4 minutes, or maybe on a good day if its before noon and its partially cloudy and about 75 degrees, 5 minutes of Ian's life have been "doing something" with you... but 13:39? Puh-lease.
He only has that sort of stamina when sitting down, not moving, and staring intently while concentrating on the only thing that matters... the funny ass crap I provide for his entertainment.
You may have his heart, but I will always own the poor Canadian's soul.
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Truer words were never spoken. Doesn't Bree know what whoever first captures a Canadian's soul makes it his slave in the afterlife?
ReplyDeleteI also found it amusing that you listed my blog under your circle of Upstanding Democrats (though these days I'm characterizing myself more as a conservative than a Republican). Either way, somewhere Harry Reid's twitching like he's got a full-body case of the jimmy legs.
get your mind out of the gutter, sir! CLEARLY i was speaking of any number of the good times had OUTSIDE the bedroom....
ReplyDeletethat being said, i do not and cannot contest the fact that you and my husband have a very disturbing man-love relationship...