Zee Plan...

I "plan" to post at least once a week now... maybe twice if you're lucky. I might post random stuff that doesn't matter sometimes, but we'll see.

POSTING DAYS ARE MONDAYS because most people spend their Monday's reading stuff on the internet any way.

*All statements subject to change without notice. No returns or exchanges. Not to be used as a flotation device. Do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Husband and I were supposed to be emailing about our taxes: but instead, like all good coversations, we ended up emailing about boobs

On 4/10/08, mailto:wife@here wrote:

We need to get previous payments on car insurance, cell phone and gas card. Also I need you to print out your itemized payments to your previous assistant and include the 1099 form. And if you could begin your rough mileage estimate.

On 4/10/08, husband@ijustlovewhenyoumakemelistsofthingstodo.com wrote:

Will do. Love you.

On 4/10/08, wife@iloveyoutoomakesureyoufinishthosethingssoon.com wrote:

By the way, I had a dream last night that we were breaking up because you liked to flirt with girls, all kinds of girls, and you told me that I should just get over it and move on because it was JUST flirting.

So I started just flirting with some 57 year old guy who I only talked to on the phone who thought I was 57 also. And I felt bad for lying to the poor guy, and I felt bad because I knew it wasn't going to go anywhere because the guy was 57.

And there was this whole other thing about Vee and this girl living together and them having a really small door you had to crawl through to get to their crooked hallway, anyway...

Stop flirting with girls...

On 4/10/08 husband@ohmygodwhendoigetachancetoactuallflirtwithgirls.com wrote:

It's not my fault - I don't flirt with them, but they insist on rubbing their boobs all over me all the time. Can't be helped. So Vee is like John Malkcovitch and you're her puppeteer? H-O-T.

Speaking of boobs, I think Baby misses you today. Maybe I'll have to try flirting wth some young moms so she can have a friend. Could be fun... Love you.

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