Showing posts with label pistols. Show all posts
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Sunday, February 1, 2009

Duly noted


Joe and I scribble a lot of notes to each other. They're scattered all over the house in various places. I thought I'd pull a few from our collection.
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This is Joe's favorite most emasculating note. "Took 20 bucks for ammo. Have a good brunch. If you wake up for brunch ..."

This note was edited due to explicit content. Note: Stein Mart. As a female who lives in Florida, I can't help it. I'm a Golden Girl in waiting.

This note was rolled up, stuck in the pug's tail and delivered to Joe in the living room.

Our first Christmas tree shopping list. Note: "Cranberries or some shit."

We made this list when we moved into our old apartment. I like when Joe makes it a point to kiss me.

I wrote this note on the corner of an envelope and stuck it to Joe's fridge the morning I left for my cross-country excursion to Oregon.

Like Donna Reed, I make Joe turkey sammies every day before he leaves for work. This one was because he "forgot" to eat a sandwich the day before and had to throw it out because the Mayo had congealed.

He forgot again and blamed me.

We play Rummy like two old coots. This game ended in Joe's favor. As you can see, I'm a sore loser.

I really AM trying to become a better sport.

Finally. A Rummy game that ended in my favor. Step one to becoming a better sport: gloat via cartoons.