So glad I passed on that IPO and bought some fried chicken instead.
It's been so busy lately with all of the things I need to train my husband to do or not to do. This week's training session:
Do not say Nucular because "nuclear" is a phonetic word pronounced new-klee-urrrr. The only people who say nucular are serial killers and Bushes. I also need to be the one to hold the remote control. This is simply because I have terrible hearing and while I would prefer that you pay close attention when we watch Game of Thrones just in case I missed anything while I was googling "cats in clown suits," it's better that I control the remote so that I can periodically rewind and re-watch that important kill scene.
He asked me if he gets to train me to stop doing anything. I don't understand, what would I possibly need training on? He must have been joking.
Also - do you know what tomorrow, June 26 is? It is the International Day in Support of Victims of Torture. In honor of June 26, please don't torture anybody and if you see Donald Rumsfeld on the street - spit in his face. He'll know why it's happening.
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