This blog needs some love. We post, we comment, but where are the people? I don't think my husband reads our blog at all. Come on everybody, teamwork, there's no I in blog. Or "eye" come to think of it.
Here's my dream fill in the blank:
Last night I dreamt that I was trying to teach __________ to play _________.
Go for it!
R
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This post is being written on behalf of all husbands all around the world who may or may not be accused of not reading the blog
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last night you dreamt that you were trying to teach TONI to play CRIBBAGE.
eh? eh?
T
Holy moly!!
You got the last part right!
I was trying to teach someone to play cribbage!
Nice pockets
R
that's exactly what I was thinking!!!! pockets! I was going to make mention of pockets but I thought you would think I'm crazy!
check this out *pocket* eh? eh???
You were trying to teach George Bush to play cribbage? If so.... good luck.
T
Nope. Not George, that would have been a nightmare,
Hmm, I wonder if our blog is being watched right now and flagged for such insolence.
R
btw, that was my husband who posted the above comment re: the lack of husbands. So you're husband - still a no show on the blog business.
pooie nelson.
T
What do you mean, I'm married to Batman!
I guess the dark knight is just too busy to read his wife's blog... I'll have to insult him here:
Husband - you couldn't integrate the square root of x divided by (x-1)dx.
So there.
R
You made me snort Becca-style.
T
I'm not a husband, and yet I'm reading the blog. Do I get extra points?
Desmond
Were you trying to teach someone famous to play cribbage?
I think you need to watch porn before you go to bed or SOMETHING--honestly, cribbage? Cribbage?
I think it's actually "cribbage" if you know what I mean....
No,no, real cribbage. Not "Risk" or anything... Not someone famous. Do you give up? It's me remember, imagination of steel. Or peanut butter. Well, no, my imagination is much more like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle goo. One touch of the glowing, green, radioactive slime and *poof*, it happens.
R
Last night I dreamt that I was trying to teach Montie to play chopsticks on piano. It was on account of him not having thumbs and such.
Hey, I'm still waiting! Whom were you teaching to play cribbage?
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