My wife is the one in the green. Look at her. Bright, beautiful smile. Kind, attentive, compassionate eyes. And then there's me. Mostly confused.
My sweetie has been poured out like malt liquor at a hip-hop funeral this year. And with little to no thanks. Baby, the Mera's might not appreciate you, but I sure do.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
The Reason I Generally Remember To Put Pants On And Have Yet To Be Killed By Some Kind Of Home Appliance
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Could yall be any cuter please? Chels, I feel you girl. I got balled out by a mother yesterday who told me I've done nothing for her son in two years, and that the progress he HAS made is because of his new living situation, not because of anything we've done with him. I just had to sit there on the phone for 20 minutes and take it...sheesh. You have done great things for Carolina love. She has been beyond lucky to have you.
the "remember to put pants on" is sounding a little kinky. I'm so glad you two are together. What a beautiful picture!
i posted the second picture because jesse makes me happy... and when he leaves the house without his pants its hilarious!
What the hell is a Meras?
i think it is a metaphor. but one of those literal metaphors... or maybe its just ironic.
i've left my house pantless before, but it was only at 2 a.m. to go yell at the dog across the street to shut the hell up and stop barking at his shadow. see what happens when you're single? you don't have someone to tell you that's a bad idea.
I believe this happened to Micki once...is this like a marriage thing or what?
How come I wasn't invited on that trip with you Mr. Hamster?
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