You don't get this marriage thing, do you?!?!?
She won't lay a hand on you! She's going to kill you with loving. As in loving to shop, loving to travel, loving to see old friend (you'd rather forget). And all this loving is going to take a very long time. You will pay and pay and pay. Slow torture, lingering death. And all along the way that look-a little bit smile, a little bit frown, a little bit....
Get the picture?
This year I've been married exactly half my life; next summer it will be a quarter century. I know the subject of which I speak.
Originally posted by Mike Cash If I manage to get up tomorrow, I plan to pack a lunch and spend several hours practicing and experimenting with flash at the old textile/weaving museum here in town. The place is practically deserted, so I won't bother anyone and no one will bother me.
I think if my wife ever finds out the different categories of homicide, I'm done for.
1. Negligent
2. Intentional
3. Commendable
I fall under #3 on most days.