*Lies on RO's couch and props feet up against the wall*
Is it wrong of me to be ashamed of my husband because he works at a Thumbtack factory? I always envisioned myself being married to a man who builds turbines or even staple guns, but thumbtacks seem so....ordinary. I mean, it's a tack that you push into place with your thumb. Big woop! Where's the thrill in that?
He's also spending a lot of time at the neighbor's house....talking to her, playing Parcheesi with her, washing her with her washing stick....
Tell me, do you think the magic is gone?
Is it wrong of me to be ashamed of my husband because he works at a Thumbtack factory? I always envisioned myself being married to a man who builds turbines or even staple guns, but thumbtacks seem so....ordinary. I mean, it's a tack that you push into place with your thumb. Big woop! Where's the thrill in that?
He's also spending a lot of time at the neighbor's house....talking to her, playing Parcheesi with her, washing her with her washing stick....
Tell me, do you think the magic is gone?