I think it goes without saying... but I'll say it anyway.
Honey... darling... angel husband of mine... I love you. I can't imagine my life without you. But sometimes, I swear, you get your mind wrapped around an idea, and there's just no shaking it.
Today just HAD to be the day? The day for you to boil up a whole mess o' shrimp and corn and potatoes and mushrooms... (otherwise known as a 'shramp bawl').
The day that you had to work late, and I was watching a friends' kids, and we're all tired...
and its late...
and its hotter than two gophers going at it in a wool sock...
and we have headaches...
and I was going to put everyone down for an early bedtime...
and picking up Bush's Chicken would have just been SO MUCH EASIER for dinner???
Truly, I love you. I do. And I love boiled shrimp. Especially with spicy cocktail sauce.
And in your defense, it was an idea that sounded GREAT six hours ago. Right now, I'm just hungry and cranky.
I guess that's just me being shellfish. ;)
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2 comments:
"Shellfish" Makes me think of Kip Adotta's "Wet Dream" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l1GvDWtccI
5 minutes of some of the worst puns you've ever heard.
oops... didn't make it clicky
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