Friday, June 24, 2011
A Chicken Named Beyoncé
I'd have come home with a buttload of towels, but this works (keyboard warning).
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I don't give a shit what the Mrs. gets as long as:
1) She has a place to put it when she brings it home.
B) If I have to be involved for some technical aspect (wiring it up, building something to hold it, moving it regularly), I get refusal rights.
3) If she doesn't look at it in 2 years, I get to throw it away.
I saw this yesterday as my daughter posted a link to it on her Facebook page. Her cover said, "This is exactly the reason Jon gives me free reign to buy towels whenever I want."
I immediately posted to her wall, "Ack! 'free rein'" (she knows better), and she posted back: "Damn you auto correct" which refers to another website of hilarious "posts".
And yes, she is just the type who would bring Beyoncé home.
LRod
ZJX, ORD, ZAU retired
-- Mine would tell me how much money she saved me too.
Don Brown
I know what you mean, Don. My wife is an avid believer in the "Go broke saving money" philosophy of discount shopping.
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