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Fly on the wall ...
"Scott had just finished reading the book, 'MAN OF THE HOUSE'. He stormed into the kitchen and walked directly up to Jules.
Pointing a finger in her face, he said, "From now on, I want you to know that I am the man of this house, and my word is law! I want you to prepare me a gourmet meal tonight, and when I'm finished eating my meal, I expect a sumptuous dessert afterward. Then, after dinner, you are going to draw me my bath so I can relax. And when I'm finished with my bath, guess who's going to dress me and comb my hair?"
Jules replied, "The f*&^%$g funeral director would be my guess."
Posted by: Diana | August 29, 2006 at 06:57 AM
I counter, Diana.
How many guys does it take to change the kitchen lightbulb?
None, let her cook in the dark.
Posted by: Rob B. | August 29, 2006 at 07:52 AM
Morning, all!
HA! Both of you. I guess I need to read "Man of the House"...
Thanks again for hosting a swell party, Gail. This is indeed a special place.
Posted by: Scott P | August 29, 2006 at 08:17 AM
Feisty this morning, aren't we?
Also, I want to make sure everyone went and looked at my Hartwick Pines picture. My children are at the base. Who would have thought Michigan could be so gorgeous?!? It's the last remaining old pine stand.
Posted by: Carin | August 29, 2006 at 08:20 AM
Great pic, Carin. Your kids sure are tiny...
What?
Posted by: Scott P | August 29, 2006 at 08:40 AM
Funny guy ...
Posted by: Carin | August 29, 2006 at 09:02 AM
hee hee hee...
Posted by: Scott P | August 29, 2006 at 09:34 AM