Apparently Chris is having stage nonsense fright and hasn't provided any new material for me to blog about.
Sorry to disappoint.
I will leave you with an oldie but a goodie.
Me: Good night Chris.
Chris: Bang, bang. Dead, dead.
Chris: BANG BANG DEAD DEAD.
Me: *sigh* Love you too.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Sweet nothings: Endearments addressed to a lover.
Nonsense nothings: Random nonsense addressed to me by my husband Chris. at night. in his sleep.
Sweet nothings? Sweet, loving, poetic.
Nonsense nothings? Bewildering, hilarious, unbelievable.