The Tale of the Belt
Gary and I have this constant argument over his belt and its location in the house. Tonight was a classic…
Gary: Where’s my belt?
Me: I don’t know last time I saw it it was in your jeans at the foot of the bed
Gary: (as he’s looking in the bedroom) I don’t see it
Me: Well where are your pants that were there
Gary: I have them on “OH WAIT” I have my belt on
Me: Snort!
Please don’t tell
I have been without my camera for a week now and I miss it terribly. I let my nephew borrow it for a big project he’s working on for a new client and I feel like I’ve lost a member of my family but please don’t tell Ryan.
The Joys of Marriage
I just love being married. Monday while I am sitting at my desk at work busy with a half a dozen projects the phone rings. I answer it to here after I identify myself “Lea, this is Maria from the Sears Order Center. Your husband asked me to call you so that you could order these parts for him.” Oh the joys of being married!
