I think I may have broke Shaky out of his shell. His shell of staying home whilst I am out signing and drinking some ale.
Granted, he did NO singing, nor any boozing, but I am sure he had an ok time.
We even took him to the after bar....
He was SO impressed I am sure.
I am sure his mom took notes for when she thinks he may file for divorce...because I do Karaoke every Wed, Fri and Sat, and she may think I should stay home taking care of his planters warts , getting skid marks out of his underwear, and preparing dinner for the next evening.
A friend of mine just found out she was , um...with child....she is kinda sorta uncertain as to who the baby daddy may be, but she is pretty sure who it is out of the three possibilities.
These are the days when I am thankful I am a fat, middle aged, ugly, hairy married lady.
Amen and I do.
Oh and in laws, please stop answering my phone by saying
Because people will just hang up on you...
I will leave you with some pics of Shaky and I from the night I took him bar hopping.
Thank you Dear Hubby of mine, thank you for keeping me from having babies and not knowing who the daddy is, thank you for keeping me disease free and thanks for having a head big enough to make mine seem small.
For my dear friend who I went out with on Saturday..
you can thank me later for pulling your tongue out of the blonde tweeker chics mouth.
Your welcome for the tic tacs and when the hell did you start kissing chicks?