So I've just gotten my pajamas on when the Husband walks into the room and says out of nowhere, "I'm thinking of training for Ultimate Fighting. Do you think I'd be any good at it?"
So I wind up and punch him in the stomach as hard as I can.
And as he's doubled over groaning in pain I lean down and whisper, "Probably not."
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Christmas--Sam Style
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