Sunday, May 30, 2010

Don’t Mess With The Missus

Steve and I got in a bit of an argument about whether or not I can go to New York this Fall to visit with 4 of my favorite people.


He said, “No. Blah Blah Blah.”

I got tired of hearing, “No.”

So, I let him have it.

Wipe that smirk off your face, Pal. Or, I’ll make you regret it.




Just kidding. Its still nothing but marital bliss around here. I ask for something and Steve never says “no”. He simply fell off the roof and a 50lb bag of roofing tiles landed on his face. That’s all, nothing to worry about.


Katie said...

I can't believe Steve is concious after a 50lb bag of roofing tiles fell on his face?!
That's when you should of hit him, after he fell off the roof, while he was still confused and in pain, down on his luck...

AL said...

That reminds me of the time Steve had me watch the kids while he painted the house last summer. He showed up with head to toe road rash and admitted he did a bike race. Was he really on the roof or was he in the Tour de Wallingford?
I think it's great that he poses for you. SWL would have his hand up denying my blogability.