Saturday night at book club there was an in depth discussion of bellybuttons. Amy is concerned that when she is 82, neither she nor her husband will be able to properly clean her bellybutton. Never thought of that.
I need to get my belly button fixed. Part of the problem with the dress I wore on our anniversary was that it skimmed my protruding belly button. Dee believes that my belly button looks like it has foreskin. I believe my belly button has an overhang to protect it from the elements.
Now, on to the murder plot. Last night I got into bed after J. was asleep. He rolled over and put his hand around my throat. I smacked him and said in a very distressed manner, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!" He smiled, and said, "Just practicing." Rolled over giggling like a school girl.
This morning I confronted him on this odd behavior. He didn't "remember" it. I think he's planning his defense.
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