Saturday, March 28, 2009

Confessions of a Couch Potato

He Said

Baby, I got you. Let’s stay in tonight. The game’s on. Sorry about that smell, I’m just so comfortable around you now, what’s a little fart with the love of my life.

She Said

Honey, let’s stay in tonight. I don’t feel like getting dressed up. I don’t care that you wouldn’t mind seeing me with some make-up and heels on sometimes. Stop sweating me about losing weight. I know I used to be fine and fabulous, but now I’m fat and frumpy.

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