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Last Week of Laziness (Round 9)

Nadine more than made up for last week's absence. Since I'm starting work on Monday (and will be spending ten hours away from her every day), I've decided to do like one of my favourite quote blogs and start a "nest egg." This way, I'll still be able to deliver some weekly goods.

Without further ado, this past week chez nous:


her: I hate having sensitive people in my life.

(Watching the new Law & Order: CI)
her: [with disdain] She looks like a 4 year-old boy I know. I like my woman cops sexy.


her: ________ would be gay if he weren’t straight.


(Talk show - she gave her husband a kidney. Now he's steppin' out.)
her: If I were her, I’d take my kidney back.

her: I highly recommend everyone watching someone die. It's awesome.

her: You’re the queen of the non-date date.
me: Thank you.

(talking about the boy, a rare gushy moment)
her: He sent the world’s most adorable text. I want to frame it.

(still talking about the boy, slightly less gushy)
her: Then I’ll say, ‘I’m not your gay boyfriend, remember!?’

Comments

  1. watching someone die is NEVER awesome. it's terrible and sad and I normally don't react emotionally to things said in a blog but I honestly can't help it. It's awful and should NEVER be joked about. Come to work with me one day and see what it's really like.

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  2. i'm pretty sure nadine would agree with you...

    in her defense, i cut off part of her quote. she was actually talking about the beauty of seeing someone go home to Jesus at the end of a long and lovely life. and THAT is an awesome thing.

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