You know how you go to places like Tucson, Arizona, for the warm weather? Yeah, the day we got there, it was a sweltering 17 degrees, the coldest temperature since something like 1880.
Also? My better half and I caught this nasty snorky bug when we left Tucson so we’ve spent the better part of the weekend horking up our lungs. My body is all achy and my skin is so sensitive that it hurts to go to the bathroom. Not the part when I pee cause that would be a whole ‘nother trip to the doctor, but when I pull my pants down to pee.
I’m telling you this so that you don’t touch me for the next few days.
Meanwhile, here’s a cute Valentine’s Day story. I bought myself a nightshirt at the Hanes Outlet recently.
And I failed to think of the implications on laundry day. As some of you know, my husband does the laundry and I failed to mention this particular purchase to him. So he says to me the other day, “Uhhh, I’m going to be the jealous husband and just ask. What’s with the shirt that says ‘Sending my love’”?
Because nobody buys themSELVES stuff for Valentine’s Day, right? Right?
Wrong. According to several sources, 15% of women send themselves flowers on Valentines Day. Have you ever done that?
