Touches you right here, doesn't it? *bliss*
Friday, Dan came home from work, as he always does. The little dogs were dancing and prancing around his feet when he walked through the door.
He picked up Javi, my Pomeranian, and cuddled him for a minute and gave him a kiss.
His picked up Maisy, my puggy, smooched her flat little face, and said, "Hi beautiful!!"
He looked at me and as I leaned in for MY lovin', he said:
"What's that smell? Did you fart?"
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| "Baby, did you pass gas?" |
Welcome to my Fairy Tale.
Hahhaha how sweet.
ReplyDeleteI sincerely hope you let one rip by way of reply.
ReplyDeleteAlso, you missed this charming little quote:
"If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it was and always will be yours. If it never returns, it was never yours to begin with.
If it just sits in your living room, eats your food, messes up your stuff, and never behaves as if you set it free in the first place, then you either married or gave birth to it."
Um, what? The dogs get hugs and kisses and you get a 'did you pass gas?'
ReplyDeleteFail, Dan. Big time fail.
Well, obviously it is your fault....I didn't hear anything about YOU dancing around Dan's feet! No wonder you didn't get your kiss! Maybe you need to work on being a better wife first.....
ReplyDeleteI hope you told him "hellz no sucker that smell has lingered all fucking day from the bomb you dropped on me this morning. Jackass"....or something to that effect.
ReplyDeleteBetween those sweet nothings and the ninja fart, I am not sure if I have ever read of any greater romance.
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