I remember the day I met my husband’s father. I was 17. DH had invited me over to go swimming. Afterwards, we went inside; his sister (who was just a year younger than me) told me that I could sit on the couch, even though I was still wet, so I sat down (DH had gone into his room to change). Soon after, their father came home. There I was, small, scrawny, and wet, sitting on his NEW couch. He didn’t say anything, but the look he gave me…I wanted to die. Thankfully, eventually we developed a wonderful relationship (not so much with my SIL).
Ravenswing about 2 years ago
Could be worse, Opus. You could get eaten alive by a seal.
mindjob about 2 years ago
Penguin pickles never caught on in fine dining establishments
Yontrop about 2 years ago
Better than another evening with her “x”.
Lotus about 2 years ago
Wear your Carmen Miranda fruit hat and you’ll be fine.
Chithing Premium Member about 2 years ago
Sorry, Opus. This isn’t the season for alien picklers.
Wren Fahel about 2 years ago
I remember the day I met my husband’s father. I was 17. DH had invited me over to go swimming. Afterwards, we went inside; his sister (who was just a year younger than me) told me that I could sit on the couch, even though I was still wet, so I sat down (DH had gone into his room to change). Soon after, their father came home. There I was, small, scrawny, and wet, sitting on his NEW couch. He didn’t say anything, but the look he gave me…I wanted to die. Thankfully, eventually we developed a wonderful relationship (not so much with my SIL).
Sisyphos about 2 years ago
Oh, fudge! PENGUIN up, Opus!
Be a mensch! Or is it that you don’t really care about Lola except as a casual plaything?