Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Mornings at My House

Every morning, Mike and I have a similar conversation -

Me: Gross. Get away from me. Your breath stinks.

Him: What do you think yours is like? Roses?

This morning, however, it was a little different -

Him: Gross. Your breath smells like a sewer.

Me: That's not very nice.

Him: Okay, fine. It stinks like a sewer. In Disney World.

Ahhhh, romance.


George said...

My wife knows that I do not talk, eat, or kiss until I have brushed my teeth. GROSS!!!!

Freckle Face Girl said...

Always putting that nice spin on things to sweep you off your feet. :)

Erica said...

LMAO!! I'm going to have to use that one when dh over indulges in GARLIC - blleeeeech