two posts in almost as many days?
i’m sure you’re asking yourself, “WTF is going on? has leigh gotten her groove back?”
no, not exactly. but apparently there was some confusion caused by that last post, so i HAD to do something. i couldn’t have you thinking that we’re such hillbillies that we would actually go around with TAGS hanging off our clothes!
i mean, come on! that would be silly. what do you think this is? freaking hee haw?
the truth is…because i’m so lazy BUSY with all this staying at home shit (and because i had no freaking clue where my camera was) i went out into the internet and FOUND a picture of the exact same slippers i wore to walmart and used those instead.
it seemed just so much simpler than going into the closet and taking a picture of my slippers and then having to transfer the picture to the computer, and THEN upload it to my blog. whew! i’m getting tired just thinking about it.
are you buying it? yeah, i didn’t think so.
well, since the hubs has let the cat out of the bag, so to speak, i guess i can no longer keep this secret any more. sometimes the hubs likes to dress like me.
GOD, it feels so good to get that off my chest! you have no idea what the last 14 years have been like. however, since the hubs is very particular about me accidentally wearing his stuff, he’s devised this genius plan to differentiate our belongings. never mind that there’s no way his big-foot ass could fit in my shoes.
anyway, they say couples have to do whatever it takes to make relationships work, and we’ve found our solution.
and it works so well, it’s been implemented across the board.
I’m so glad he’s a little camera shy
Yeah, ok, so I looked at the lingerie a little longer than what is appropriate.
On a more innocent note, that photo of Minnie Pearl reminded of my childhood. In Fort Worth they opened a “Minnie Pearl’s Fried Chicken”, which kicked the Colonel’s ass, taste-wise. That didn’t sound right, but you know what I mean. Sadly, the Minnie Pearl chicken joint went out of business after a couple of years. Yet KFC lives on. Such is life in America.
Excellent Hee Haw reference.
I think your husband and I where the same holsters.
Maybe I’m have a slow moment, but how big are you hubby’s boobs?
AHEM!!! WTF, Leigh???! Don’t go to the light!!!
Dude – you’re pissing away what, maybe $5 a month here? Write something.
God this blog totally sucks ass. If I have to look at that old bat in the hat once more I’m going to flip a nutty.