Thumbs down to football.
After a solid month of Lennie being away at training camp, K to the T is getting a little cranky. I know it's his job and blah blah blah, but COME ON ALREADY!
Lennie suprised me last night by walking in the door at 8:30. "Is it over?" I dared to ask.
"Yup" he said. I threw my hands in the air in perfect 'Hallelujah! I've been saved' fashion. Tears of relief welled up in my eyes as I realized that my solitary confinement is OVER. ha HA! I made through! Granted most of the way, I was only holding it all together with a wad of gum and a piece of scotch tape, but whatever, it's done!
"Don't get too excited, we leave for the Detroit game tommorow," he stabs me with.
FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK! And my face falls off.
"how many times can I break till I shatter?" O.A.R. ok that was a downer...
Seriously dude, we need you. Come home, Daddy, come home.
Posts
2 comments:
Who does he play for? I have a good friend whose husband played for the NFL until two years ago and she has 4 kids. This time of year was always toughest for her, too.
I feel your pain! My husband had to go for six weeks to school to be a prison guard (there's a joke there somewhere) but I was pissed to find that after three weeks the pillow no longer smelled of him.
but wow, I don't think that there's anything better than come-home-welcome-back-what-TOOK-you-so-long sex! Makes it almost worth it.
almost.
Post a Comment