fellas, if ur girl is:
-sweet
-soft
-smells nice
-sticky on your fingers
-pink or blue or green or yellow
-always at the circus
she is not ur girl. she is cotton candy
Wife: where are all our steak knives?
me: they've either broken or the kids are hiding them to stab us to death with at night.
mother in law: omg stop that
The candle on the table flickers, “hurry” I whisper, flashing him a look that says hurry. His hands fumble under the table, flitting about, looking for mine. Finally, contact. He dumps the bowl of salt and pepper packets into my purse. Success.