I hate talking about money. Really really hate it. He was deep into a speech about something or other that had to do with dollars and cents when I had an awesome idea that involved a pair of compression hose. His back was to me, but when he turned around, this is what he saw.
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"We could rob banks," I said.
After he picked his chin up off of the floor, he quietly muttered something I couldn't understand, and left the room.
He probably deserves an award for living with me.
In other news -- I'm not very pleased with my face lift trial run... and my arm is getting tired.
Let loose. Laugh a little. And thank you for keeping me In Good Company.