My husband is from Mars. At least that far out there. I strongly suspect he is from a plutoid. Most times he baffles me and we've gotten into some weird power struggles. But every once in a while, I see a glimmer of hope.
This weekend, he said the magic words. You know, those words, the kind that gets a girl's heart racing and the blood pumping. I'm starting to think, maybe he does understand me a little.
Guys, try this one:
"Do you want to go to Michaels?"
By the way, this only works if you've ever seen your significant other knit, crochet, hot glue, stamp, bake or sew.
2 comments:
Now THAT's funny.
Isn't it nice when they sometimes have a clue? It's so rare sometimes that it surprises the heck outta us. Hope you had fun shopping.
Hey, did you know that Makemake made plutoid status? Wiki it to learn more.
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