One last piece
The prospect of eating one more piece of birthday cake with a scoop of birthday ice cream builds and builds such that the thought becomes more important than driving home safely, then comes crashing down with a deadly thump upon discovering that your husband ate the very last one even though he had one the day before, bringing his total to three and yours still at only one even though you were the one who had the birthday in the first place, and its a good thing there's still five gallons of ice cream filling the freezer or his ass would be sleeping on the couch tonight.
30 JAN
2005
2005
6 Love Notes
Yikes, too bad. Sorry to hear about the birthday cake thief!
I had a coworker who complained of this at least once a week. Husbands should not be allowed to eat "the last" anything, I think.
whoooowee! Glad I'm not him!
Happy (belated) Birthday Valette!
Happy (belated) Birthday Valette!
Hope you had fun playing pool & Miss Pac Man!
ooh, the rotten scoundrel. My piece is in the mail right?
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