Not as brain dead as you think I am.
I didn’t realize it wasn’t. Maybe that was my problem…
How’s the pregnancy going?
Ghost groan and moan because their feet are cold. Did you ever lose a sock in the laundry? Look in your attic and you will find the ones the ghost isn’t wearing.
Let me guess: they were being quiet, way too quiet!
They are called “lesbians”.
And just what is “Irrational” about my fear of eggs?
A cute little quote I found while looking for an explanation:
English spelling makes less sense than a chimp on speed reciting Shakespeare in Swahili." – oerkelens
women are, woman is. but never “hey 81tch” if you want to see tomorrow.
Like a cracked egg.
Anything she asks for, from pizza to exotic Asian dishes: I follow recipes to the letter and then note changes for next time. I make her homemade bread, Shepherd’s Pie (Keefpie per Kieth Richard’s recipe), steak, eggs and bacon, or whatever. Food is a lot of fun. I also sweep and mop, vacuum, and do any laundry she will let me do. Need a picture framed? I got it. Want an archery target? Arrows repaired? A grandfather clock? I even wash and service her car while she sleeps.