Giant aviator sunglasses that make me look like a mosquito? Check. Ball cap? Check. Mismatched shorts and shirt (didn't really help the look, but) check and check.
As we approached the top of a hill, one of our three town police men (That's right, I said three. Please don't rob me.) slowly drove past us. Brantley gave me a heads up. "Look out. It's the po-po." He whisper shouted.
"Thanks, babe. Are we doing anything wrong?" I asked.
"Well I'm not, but you're dressed like you're casing the neighborhood."
"Thanks. Anything else?"
"You run kinda gay."
"Awesome."
You got to love an overly honest husband. I had one of those once.
ReplyDeleteYou & Brantley should get your own show based on Brantley-isms, and William Shatner's little brother can play Brantley!
ReplyDeleteYou just get funnier! XO Mib
And the vocabulary is growing ;)
ReplyDeleteI note you didn't admit you actually were casing the neighborhood... ;)