The kids were finally in bed and I was TIRED.
I flopped down on our bed and motioned to my husband to come join me.
"Just a hug." I said.
He lay down behind me and snuggled up close. It was nice.
And then he started fidgeting the way he does when certain parts of his anatomy take on a life of their own.
"Just give me LOVE." I demanded.
"I AM trying to give you LOVE." he argued.
I smirked, "LOVE JUICE you mean."
Sounds like you might need to made another type of glass for your new juice now that you've expanded beyond wine.
Posted by: Gwendolyn Francis (@pullmyfunnybone) | January 12, 2012 at 11:24 AM
um,
Posted by: joeinvegas | January 12, 2012 at 12:50 PM
Yes. Very true. Now I will never even hear the word juice without thinking of this post, which will probably prove very unfortunate when I am visiting Northern Ireland - a place where every cold beverage is known as juice.
Posted by: Robyn | January 12, 2012 at 07:10 PM
We have some orange juice in the fridge. Part of me wants to ask my wife if she'd like some juice and then, if she says yes, laugh to myself leading her to wonder what the joke is.
Posted by: TechyDad | January 12, 2012 at 08:19 PM
There is no orange without, at least a little, orange juice.
#justsaying
Posted by: John | January 13, 2012 at 08:49 AM