Yeah. Whatever.

Mr. Handsome, groping me around the waist: Oops, sorry. I didn't know your breast was that low.

Me: It's not my breast. It's my stomach...

Comments

Unknown said…
hands you a frying pan and give him a good whack from me too!

TY for the bday wishes they made my day
December 21, 2008 at 11:37 AM
Anonymous said…
Yep, a smack might be in order.
December 21, 2008 at 12:17 PM
Shupe said…
that's when you grab his knee and say- wow, didn't know your balls were this low!
December 21, 2008 at 12:55 PM
Lana@The Kids Did WHAT?! said…
What perfect timing. Right before Christmas! Can we say DIAMONDS!?!?! ;)
December 21, 2008 at 1:34 PM
kel said…
oh my gosh.. I laughed at loud at that.
December 22, 2008 at 8:01 AM
michelle huey said…
i know the feeling hun. Next time hit him where it hurts the most! :)
December 22, 2008 at 8:22 AM
nikkicrumpet said…
ROFL...that is only funny because I know how that is!!! I can laugh at both or our pain!!!
December 22, 2008 at 4:50 PM
♥ CG ♥ said…
Wow! Do they ever think before they speak?
December 23, 2008 at 8:26 AM
Suburbia Steph said…
That's what my husband says to me when he grabs my knee....:(
December 24, 2008 at 12:47 AM
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