Hubby has been mysteriously "sick" the past couple days. Pathetic cough, sleeping on the couch, not helping one single bit with the children.
But I'll be damned, when his brother called to ask him to hit the bar tomorrow night, he agreed.
And I told him that if he dare lay one more minute on that couch acting sick while feeling well enough to drink, he'll have to take his beer through a straw because I'll bust his jaw.
LMAO...you crack me up!
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