Wherein My Dear Husband Is Impugned
Here. And it's supposedly MY fault for being the "*someone* [who] tossed me a softball".
OK, that last quote was from an offline e-mail. But anyone who extolls freakin' liver--OK, tart it up by using the word foie gras, if you insist--milkshakes deserves what he gets.
LOL.
OK, that last quote was from an offline e-mail. But anyone who extolls freakin' liver--OK, tart it up by using the word foie gras, if you insist--milkshakes deserves what he gets.
LOL.