Monday, January 4, 2010

Overheard in our house...

"I. Am. Going. To. Freeze my bootie off," I declare as I realize I'm pulling on a fairly warm--but not warm enough--coat over short sleeves to run out on a super fast errand this evening.

"Nah. You're a Tough Chick!" my loving husband retorts.

Confession time..."Meh, not so much...my weak, squishy interior is just cleverly disguised by an expansive and colorful vocabulary."


4 comments:

Meadowlark said...

Perhaps we're kindred spirits -- I am actually extremely fragile, Husband only finally got it thru his thick skull a few years ago and now equates me with those spun glass sculptures: as a whole, quite able to stand alone and under a bit of pressure. But damage one fragile strand by itself and the whole thing can come tumbling down.

You rock, chica!

Dori said...

Being a kindred spirit to you, dear friend, isn't a bad thing.

Cop Mama said...

You are too cute! I too have a "squishy interior!" Ha ha.

Thanks for stopping over at my blog, nice to meet ya!

MONICA-LnP said...

me three,squishy on the inside tough on the outside(but easily cracked)