Every time. Every single time. When I open a can of tuna - I end up with tuna sweater, or tuna shirt or tuna blouse or tuna dress. If I have long sleeves on - I end up smelling like a fish market...
I met David at the door the other day, wrapped my arms around his neck, leaned in for a kiss...
"What have YOU been up to?" He said, waggling his eyebrows at me.
"Dude! I'm making dinner! It's tuna juice."
"I'll say it's tuna juice..." more waggling of the eyebrows.
"No seriously. It's TUNA juice. We're having tuna melts for dinner."
He looked a little crestfallen for a moment. Then he perked up. "I like tuna melts."
Hey Heather,
ReplyDeleteWanted to let you know I've nominated you for an award. Stop by my site to pick it up.
http://badwordmama.blogspot.com/2013/03/number-8.html
-Ellen
Don't worry about doing all the questions or even picking blogs. I have no problem with you just sticking that pretty award on your side bar. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd that, Ellen - is exactly why I did so!!! ;-)
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