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.
3 comments:
My wife knows that I do not talk, eat, or kiss until I have brushed my teeth. GROSS!!!!
Always putting that nice spin on things to sweep you off your feet. :)
LMAO!! I'm going to have to use that one when dh over indulges in GARLIC - blleeeeech
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