I'm often telling the husband to close his mouth. I don't want to hear it. I don't want to discuss the golf game. I don't want to discuss my failures. I can only take so much discussion about the oldies.
Last night, my father suggested I get a pin for my blouse -- apparently it was gaping open.
I complied immediately. If the husband had suggested that, I would have whacked him.
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2 comments:
Yes, I noticed how your did "what your father told you" because your brazeer was showing for everyone at the party to peep.
I too noticed, but thought it was a "Northside thing". Gotta love Dad for being an Eastsider!
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