My husband loves his car more than his wife, hence the reason I had to eat a cold biscuit this morning for breakfast. I usually eat my biscuit fresh and warm right from the BK drive-thru window, but this morning, Doog told me no. He said, "Wife, biscuits are even worse than croissants, and if you even think about eating that biscuit in my car, I'll divorce you. Plus, you're ugly and fat."
Ah! Doug better not be saying such things.
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