...I thought, as I used a staple gun to finish re-upholstering a chair seat for my dining room, and my husband talked on the phone to his best friend about recent boy troubles. Tell me this: who wears pants in this one???
That is all.
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1 comment:
To be clear, I wear the pants, and you wear the overalls. That's how it is.
-husband
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