"My belt holds up my pants and my pants have belt loops that hold up the belt. What the heck’s really goin on down there? Who is the real hero?"
I'm the pants, and Lexy's the belt. Why? Because. That's why.
Dear Lexy,
I'm running out of material, and I didn't have much to begin with. This is your cue to jump in and add something interesting.
And to think I was going to quit my day job and become a professional blogger...time to move on to Plan B....roving carnival gypsy.
If you're a roving gypsy, I get to keep the house. I don't do "camping". Seriously Rob, I thought you knew me better than that.
ReplyDeleteAnd on another note - a HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHOUT OUT TO MR J-BOB!
I think marriage is more like a frozen banana that you don't want now... but you do want a regular banana later, so you say "I do".
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