Let's just say my life doesn't revolve around 3 a.m. feedings, my mans screaming, "But I own this trailer!" as he throws whiskey bottles through our corn husk drapes, and making sweet love behind Old Man Pumpernickel's marijuana patch during Sunday church services.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Paul's dad called him while we were at a party last night:
"Pavelik, do you know where the dog is?! We came home and he's missing! Oh wait ... he's under the dining table. He's MAD! *click*"