Been returns home today. I've been alone for a week. I could not help the urge to think up really goofy things that would be inapropriate to say like:
"Honey, I'd like you to meet my new Fed Ex Bride! Oh, and we have to talk about the house."
"Wow you smell like poo."
"Sigh. I thought you would be longer. "
"Where's Jade?"
"You didn't cancel that Weight Watchers subscription, did you. No reason. "
"Bye. I've got 2 o'clock flight to be with your sister."
"Here, hold this."
"I've finally discovered myself and my destiny is to follow The Killers World Tour. Don't look at me like that. I don't want to talk about the Coldplay incident. "
"That's not Jade! It's a Cylon!"
