Real Life Adventures by Gary Wise and Lance Aldrich for September 14, 2016

Well, if you put it that way, your car doesn’t need to be parked in my garage.

Silliest thing ever invented, Making The Bed! Why not dig a hole and then fill it back up every day.

Her snoring or the air compressor; it’s your choice.

For some reason this reminded me of a vibrating bed (magic fingers) at the Best Western hotel.

I’d be happy living in a garage with a bathroom.

Don’t tempt him. At least the air compressor… well… you know what it does.

six of one; half-dozen of the other.

They must be at SEARS; where America used to shop…

If he doesn’t care, then just get what you like and be done with it.

“I insist that you care about what interests me, but I feel no reciprocal responsibility to care about your priorities…”

Thanks, honey! :(

I’ve learned to trust your judgment on color schemes, therefore, get what you think will look best.

She should re-think that. The air compressor will mess up the new sheets.