Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Bicker Barrel.



Planetary alignment.
Tidal swells.
Barometric pressure.
The near full moon.

For some reason T and I were just like two fighting animals in a barrel as soon as she walked through the door.
We were both tired, I recapped an irritating afterwork tale of the Burger.
She ate most of my remaining yogurt pretzels.

You want to get a long with your Huz, you miss the painfully all day.
The last thing you want to do is poke each other's noses.
Poked, poked in the noses!

So she left to get some groceries, (finally!) and I am left here to pick up the pieces and try to move forward.
It will be hard, but she left me with no choice.
lovmathew

1 comment:

  1. didn't anyone ever teach you "don't poke the bear" ?!
    you two are a great team and I miss you.

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No dick heads please.