Saturday, March 03, 2007

'I've got a pulled muscle,' says DH.

'Oh,' said I.

'According to the chiropractor, I'm not allowed to shovel snow or do any back wrenching exercise.' Big lengthy male pause. 'So I told him you'd have to go on top.'

*splutter*

Or not...

9 comments:

  1. HAHAHAHA! Did you kill him? *g*

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  2. If he wasn't injured I'd have killed him! LOL.

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  3. I was going to advise my DIL in Canada not to go on the roof today but she refused to speak to me on the phone, for the first time ever

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  4. Was he talking about the roof - sorry my smutty mind!!!! ;-)

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  5. Pop, LOL. I'm shocked at DH. I'm not sure he was raised properly ;)
    I never get on the roof. I don't mind heights but I hate ladders!

    Deb, your mind is exactly where it ought to be. Roof my ***

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  6. At the cemetary where mom and dad are buried, the graves are stacked - dad died first, so his is on the bottom. When we told mom that, she said "Well, it'll be the first time in our marriage that I get to be on top." LOLOLOLOL

    Did you tell him he needn't worry, that it would be a long time before he was getting that lucky? *gg*

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  7. Bailey, that is too funny :) And that's exactly what I told him ;)

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  8. Could you plse introduce him again to MY dh, Toni?? ROFLMBO!! ;)

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