The other day, Sweet Dub looked at me critically and with some mild concern and said:
"Those pants make your ass look flat. [pause] I didn't think that was even possible."
His comments were directed at the evil sweatpants. I'm back in regular clothes. My ass is now swathed in denim and looking pretty good (read: not flat), if I do say so myself. I think we should burn the sweatpants in our backyard.
Except we have once again been issued a high-wind advisory. I'd hate to contribute to the wildfire epidemic.
Damn Santa Anas.
4 comments:
Funny. Sounds like my husband. A complete ass man! Well, at least we always have someone who cares enough to give us that daily butt check!
Hi DMB! Yeah, I could totally feel the love...couched in the animosity toward the sweatpants!
Did you burn those sweatpants over the weekend when it was FREEZING outside? You could have roasted marshmallows around the fire!
Liz, you are too right! Why make my gas bill higher when all I need to do is burn some sweatpants in the fireplace?!
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