Me: (listening to music and playing Scrabble in my jammy-jams)
John: Come on, we need to go to the store for cat food and stuff.
Me: I don't want to.
John: COME ON, you said you'd go with me!
Me: YOU ARE SO MEAN.
John: What are you talking about?
Me: You make me put on pants! And go places! Where there are people! GOD!
Me: (Comes out of the bedroom 5 minutes later; I am now wearing all appropriate under- and outer-garments)
John: (Watching Family Feud like an old man)
Me: Let's go.
John: But I'm watching Family Feud!
Me: OH MY GOD!
John: Ok, next commercial.
The End
Happy Weekend!
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What is WRONG with you? You don't EVER bother a man while he's WATCHING FAMILY FEUD!
Kenny and I Rock Paper Scissors over who has to make the late night store runs. Generally I claim a headache or a sore toe or bad hair day, though, so Kenny gets stuck going to get the dog food and paper towels.
I'm weird, I like doing the late night store runs by myself, I think it's bc it's the only time I get to be alone.
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