Posted....um....Friday morning. Whatever.
I'm going out on a limb here and letting you all know that there is absolutely NOTHING wrong with wearing a woman's bathrobe. Especially when it's luxurious fleece with your girlfriend's initials embroidered on the left collar. Ahhhh. I've been getting up lately to make eggs, change the ice in the ice machine, or track down the percocet, and doing so in nothing but underwear is a little revealing.
This whole lifestyle change started when the dog showed up. Actually, it started when the dog got diarrhea, and had to be carried outside a few times a night to avoid depositing an Iranian dirty bomb on the carpet. Thanks, Dacks. And who played the role of the IAEA, monitoring rogue states' bomb making capabilities? Me. And this International Atomic Energy Agent wore a fleecy garment from Restoration Hardware's ladies dept.
As an offering of penitance, I'll post again today. Double dip.
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