In case you were wondering how much of a treat I am to be with, I just responded to the Lumberjack telling me I was wrong by getting into bed with my raincoat and sunglasses on (at 9:30pm) and refusing to look at him. Then he asked if I wanted to go out on a date Thursday night so I crossed my arms and said (yelled?) “I’LL HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT.”
How much can I blame on pregnancy hormones?
Posted by dkingneece on February 28, 2012