Dan and I were cooking up some supper (his first of the night, my second). I playfully took our plastic spatula (that has been with us all glorious eight years) and slapped it across his ass as I moved to the stove. Dan's ass proved no match for me: the spatula snapped like a wet towel in a locker room. Laughter and nods of approval were shared. Now thems what I call buns o'steel.
True Story
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Posted by Jodi at 9:05 p.m.
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2 comments:
Oh Rodi, you made me laugh out loud!
Pretty soon we'll be snapping spatuals on our ass's too.
: )
I can't wait. Damn the pain.
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