So I'm doing laundry, RACKING MY BRAIN for something to blog about, so late am I in delighting my mass audience (it's "mass" in my little daydreams ok?) with something smart and snippy.
Suddenly, like a port in a storm, like a BEACON in the darkness...
Text message from hubby:
Hi. My name is Phil McCrackin.
Ugh... boys are SO immature!!! Of course I would never laugh about such juvenile drivel (ahem), but darn tootin' I would blog about it (and I feel completely justified in doing so, having to live with 5 males). And I proceeded to tell my husband that in no uncertain terms, lest he think of sending another such childish comment.
Don't forget to mention Ben Dover.
I give up.
Thanks for the inspiration honey. :-)
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