Now I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t know squid pee about bat crap
but …letmetelyousomething nobody throws up all night and nobody wants to admit that they are wrong.
I have no problem admitting that I’m wrong. I just can’t stand admitting that someone else is right. My mood ring flies right off the color chart.
Speaking of my husband, if I have to admit he’s right one more time, I will need to invest in some fresh ammo stock. Maybe it’s just him. I am more you’re- right-friendly with my girlfriends.
Perhaps because they deserve it.
I mean this whole death do you part business is a little played out don’t ya think? How long can someone work this right-of-spouse crap anyway? That ceremony took place eons ago.
Let’s have a new ceremony!
It will be called, The I May Not Be Right But I’m Never Wrong ceremony.
Wanna come? You can all be my never-wrong bridesmaids! You put your right foot in… you put your right foot out….
What do you guys think? Should I wear white? Naw, blood stains would show up easy. How about red? Yeah, I know, kinda obnoxious. I know! Hows about A straight jacket!
I’m really not this psycho. Nope, just one glue stick short of a dunce cap. (Hey, who said that?!)
What’s wrong with
revamping renewing our vows? I think it would be fun. Am I wrong?
All right, I’ll shut up.
drug dealer doctor said there would be days like this.