"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."
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."
"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."
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4 comments:
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!
Being a kindred spirit to you, dear friend, isn't a bad thing.
You are too cute! I too have a "squishy interior!" Ha ha.
Thanks for stopping over at my blog, nice to meet ya!
me three,squishy on the inside tough on the outside(but easily cracked)
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