Larry has been working late all this week. I asked if he was working late again tonight.
"Plan on having dinner by yourself."
"Unless I invite my boyfriend over."
"That's fine."
"What? You are supposed to be mad and the jealous type."
"Just don't let him in my toolroom."
So, apparently, I am up for grabs, just don't think there's a bandsaw in it for you, too. My husband sets the rules around here.
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