An excerpt from the domestic front at Casa de VonPartypants:
Me: "So, are you going to think that I'm a failure as a wife and a cook if I just order a pizza?"
Him: "Yes. Does that really matter?"
Me: "No. I can live with that."
Ahhh...Romance.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Sadly, when we tell people about our weekend, we'll probably refer to this as "Date Night."
An excerpt from the domestic front at Casa de VonPartypants:
Me: "So, are you going to think that I'm a failure as a wife and a cook if I just order a pizza?"
Him: "Yes. Does that really matter?"
Me: "No. I can live with that."
Ahhh...Romance.
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21 comments:
Clearly he's lying. Everyone loves pizza.
Yeah, what Some Guy said!
I remember an interview on the tonight show years ago with Jerri Hall after she married Mick Jagger.
Carson asked, "After all of these women in his life, why do you think he chose you to marry?"
She had the greatest response ever, "Mom always told me that to get a man and keep him happy, you have to cook for him, clean for him, and keep him happy in bed. I just figured i would hire the other two out".
Hah, sounds like a good Friday night to me.
AH,..Domestic Bliss. Can't beat it ! Enjoy your Friday Night .
mmmmm....pizza
That kind of conversation sounds vaguely familiar to me for some reason.
Why does The Hermanator comment in bold?
I'm "pooping on things" (you know what this really means) and listening to Jimi. Wish you were here. If only to make me go upstairs and take my contacts out. Or get naked in the dining room.
Sounds a lot like conversations we've had. Except the last one ended with Brian saying "Quit yer bitchin' and get in the kitchen." The fact that he's still alive proves that he was kidding and I found it funny.
A few years after our kid was born, a friend unexpectedly offered to babysit so we could have a date night.
We were so unacustomed to the idea that we drove around town for about an hour and a half, unable to decide on anything, and then went back home.
Pathetic!
high five!
Ahh, Date Night. Pizza is always the right choice.
I don't even get it. Does pizza ever disappoint?
EG took a long bike ride yesterday and I had Boboli pizza waiting when he got back. That went over just fine. No one can get gourmet all the time.
Well if you put out after that I'm sure all was forgiven.
What kind of pizza was it? Please tell me no anchovies.
Is pizza an aphrodisiac? Is it for me if that means I don't need to cook....
My word verication is 'ackle' For some reason it just sounds appropriate.
I have totally failed in the cooking area for months now. I figure, if you can use the phone or open the fridge, you can take responsibility for your own food.
after my unborn child is welcomed into the world, i plan to eat pizza (frozen or delivered) at least 2-3 times per week.
I so agree with Some Guy - Mr. Von PartyPants is full of cheese stuffed crust.
Clearly he's not married to me because he would welcome all carry-out, deliveries, food off the sidewalk, etc.
ooh. my turn:
me: stop touching me.
tim: but avec is pushing me off my side of the bed.
me: but i can't sleep when you're pressed up on ME.
tim: but she's not giving me any room.
me: then make her go to HER bed with grr.
tim: but she's so cute. i hate to disturb her.
sigh.
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