Because Artists Need Love & Kids Too
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This morning, Les came out of the bedroom dressed for corporate battle: black, knee-high boots, black leggings, black skirt, black top and a black jacket…
Me: Wow, babe, look at you dressed to kill. People are going to think you’re heading for a funeral.
Les: (in her best attempt at a Southern drawl) Well maybe I am!
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Les: I’m thirsty
Me: Let me get you something to quench your thirst. What would you like?
Les: A milkshake!
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Leslie was trying on a stylish, new maternity dress this morning.
Her: What do you think?
Me: Looks Great.
Her: [gesturing her hands in circle in front of her boobs] Do my boobs look too big?
Me: No, not at all (as if that was even a possibility in my eyes)
Her: I put a little camisole to cover my [...]
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(While watching an episode of What Not To Wear)
Me: Yikes, that lady has some serious cankles going on.
Her: Babe, if that ever happens to me, just cut off my feet.
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Antsy from spending too much time indoors this weekend, my wife got a wild hair…
“I think we should go to Retro Row. [a popular shopping district near us]”
“Ok”
“What do you think?”
“Let’s go.”
“We, don’t have to if you don’t want.”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
“Are you sure you want to go?”
“Well, not anymore.”
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