Stripe wrote:
I found the kitty in the street my husband has taken to telling people I trash-picked my new pet.
please don't be offended, but I think that's hysterical.
::roflmao:: ::roflmao:: ::roflmao:: ::roflmao:: ::roflmao:: ::roflmao:: ::roflmao:: ::roflmao:: ::roflmao:: ::roflmao::
you're funny - so's your hubby. mine loves to flea market - says I'm the 'best find' he ever made. I adore him ::kiss:: ,
but when he gets like that... ::puke::
the kittys I 'find' like that are always special. Like they came and picked me out, ya know?
Here's a 'good summer' story: I started Holland pepper seeds in the spring. Sprouted them, planted them, fed them. When I started the seeds, my husband (who knows everything :nworthy: and is never wrong yeahsureright) says:"they won't sprout"!. there's a surprise opinion
so I put the sprouts in dirt, he says:"they won't grow"! followed by:"they
won't get any peppers,you know?"!
my summer 'garden' yielded @ least 3 dozen cubanel peppers and so far, two Holland peppers ::bwahaha::
(Hubby brought home pepper plants so I wouldn't be disappointed when mine didn't grow...aaawwwww
LOVE sausage&peppersw/potato&onion, peppers&eggs, stuffed peppers).
::seg:: Jersey shore summer food, ya know?!::cheers::
