so…you know how i always talk about how i’ve never been “hit on” or “picked up” or whatever it is the kids are calling it these days… (and no…for the record…i don’t count the cute little old men who buy me coffee at Tim Horton’s or the 14-year-old boys who…
him: what’s wrong with you tonight? me: i hate thursdays. they are such a total pain in the ass. and it doesn’t help that i’m trying to watch McSteamy…mmm…McSteamy while you are watching South Park on your laptop right next to me and are laughing like a hyena every 30…
i’ve spoken before about how the husband and i have zero sympathy for each other as far as our hands go. i have tendonitis. in my right hand. there’s things i can’t do. like put on my bra and open jars. he has a broken bone. in his right hand….
