You know that fantasy, where after a long day, you arrive home and are greeted at the front door by your mate, wearing nothing but a smile and holding an ice cold margarita?
Didn’t happen tonite, either.
😮
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*snort*
Isn’t reality more like you are greeted by a harried wife and kids trying to murder each other?
bwaaaaahaaahaaaahaaa :d
oh. ummm…
Yeah, uh… Sorry about that. 😉
I concur with Mir………….. :d
*snort……* 😉 (@)
Ah, we live in hope.
I recently thought that fantasy might come true. I came home from work & opened the door, but instead of a smile & a margarita the old lady had a piercing scowl and a bucket of ice water aimed at me. Guess I forgot to rake the leaves. 😮