Good, I need to rid myself of this guilt.
Notice that my cute, adorable, precious cottage is being carefully painted by Mr. Wonderful himself?
Two hours later...He's still painting... and naively assuming I'm out back doing something helpful, like putting on primer, or mowing the grass...or composting for our organic garden...(okay the last two are just pure fantasy, but you understand, he's hopeful like that) Well,......
THIS is where I really was.
Inside. In the kitchen.
I know. It's wrong and bad and I'll never do it again. EVER.
Shhhhh....
Thanks for listening. I feel better now.
I know. It's wrong and bad and I'll never do it again. EVER.
Shhhhh....Thanks for listening. I feel better now.
2 comments:
Lisa, you crack me up! Hopefully Barry isn't subscribing to your blog. Heck, who am I kidding?! Hopefully my very own Derrick is not subscribing to your blog. Otherwise, he might realize what I am really doing all those times he is slaving in the yard under the blazing sun . . .
Hey Barbara...so true! :) And here's the sad fact: WE DO IT ALL THE TIME! Bahahahahaha! (Psycho laughter seems appropriate)Don't worry, your secret's safe with me.
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