Sometimes I mess with SparklyAnne and hide her stuff where she can’t find it.
I put her glasses on the table, her phone in the table, her keys on the table. And help her look.
My wife told me she hides all the snacks from me so she can put them out whenever guests come over to visit— if you were wondering why I invited all of you here tonight.
Occasionally, my wife and I just start dancing; kitchen, bedroom, living room. We don’t even need music because the sound of our joints popping and cracking had its own beat and melody. I’m the beat. She’s the melody.
Me: My wife sent me a text message and a photo while shopping at the Mall and trying on dresses.
Wife: “Does this dress make me look fat?”
Me: I typed in ‘Noooo’. iPhone’s autocorrect took over and changed it to ‘Moooo.’
Anybody got a place I can crash for a couple of days?
Me: “Hey, I’m building a time machine.”
SparklyAnne: *eating last piece of chocolate cake* “What’ll you use it for, honey?”
Me: *eating last piece of chocolate cake* “Righting all the wrongs in the world.” 😉
Vandal sentenced to 11 months probation and $1400 fine for damaging a Kingdom Hall of Jehovah's Witnesses in Izhevsk, Russia last year: https://t.co/uJQiE9sEdf #jwrussia#StopJWBan