Tuesday, December 11, 2007
So hurry up! And bring your juke-box-money!
A friend recently emailed me a picture of the Mister and I cutting our usual rug at a friend's wedding. Now, while I know -- and my friend knows the context of this picture, a fresh pair of eyes might easily misinterpret this:
Why, if I didn't know better I'd think I was sassing my man something awful and he was about to get all domestic violent on my ass. (My, but aren't we dressed fancy for a disturbance!)
No, he was just telling me, and I him, in such an animated fashion, that -- Your WHAT? Tiiiiiiiiiinnnn roooooofff - RUSTED!
Why, if I didn't know better I'd think I was sassing my man something awful and he was about to get all domestic violent on my ass. (My, but aren't we dressed fancy for a disturbance!)
No, he was just telling me, and I him, in such an animated fashion, that -- Your WHAT? Tiiiiiiiiiinnnn roooooofff - RUSTED!