PS. He just a) read this over my shoulder and called me gutless and b) told me that I need to help him search and c) is critiquing my way of my a, b, c listing!!! Boy, oh boy. He really jeselnicked this one up. Sheesh.
Monday, March 16, 2009
The Story of Christopher's Life. . .
AH. This will be brief. While I love Chris with all of my mind, heart, and soul, it absolutely drives me up a wall that he loses his keys on a regular basis. How regular you may ask? Hm, at least once a week, sometimes twice. One of the best parts about him losing his keys now. . .he has both sets. Yup. So after he published his "33" post, he decided to come to bed and then realized that he didn't know where his keys went. Needless to say, he's looking all around the condo right now as I type this. Not to worry folks, I'll let you know when he finds them and where they may have walked off to. :) AH. Lost keys. This is the story of Christopher's life.
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My Simpsonization
Here is what I would look like in Springfield
6 comments:
Now you're on my list Marilyn!
Chris calling someone gutless is a complement in my book because it means that you did something to piss him off (which is what we all strive to do in our life). Maybe if he didn't move like an Ortiose, he might find the keys faster.
LOL, aw Brian...it was just way, way, way too easy. :) C'mon. You know you got a smile out of it!
OH yeah, and fyi:
Still no keys. I had to go make new ones today (for the condo that is).
Talk about gutless!
Marilyn: Buy him a key finder thingy!
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