To my husband: It’s all fun and games until our son’s first words are “Wu Tang Clan’s ain’t nothin’ ta fuck wit.”
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To my husband: It’s all fun and games until our son’s first words are “Wu Tang Clan’s ain’t nothin’ ta fuck wit.”
Him: “If I had to write a Wheel of Fortune puzzle about you, it would be RAILROAD TRACKS IN MY UNDERWEAR.”
Off my look…
Him: “It’s a ‘Before & After’ puzzle!”
#wheresmyvodka?
His cousin, 6, at Rosh Hashanah: “I don’t like Jewish food.”
My husband: “Okay, take it down a notch, Hitler.”
Me: “If we won the lottery, would you keep working?”
Him: “If by ‘working’ you mean sitting around all day in a diamond diaper, then yes.”
At least 40% of the time he’s telling me one of his work stories, I’m secretly worrying about my impending turkey neck.