Wifey: Your blog post yesterday was disgusting. I guess anyone who reads your blog knows that once in a while there will be something offensive posted on it.
Me: That wasn't offensive. It was all about what was enough.
Wifey: That was enough offensive.
Me: Gee, it only showed cleavage. What's offensive about a little cleavage?
Wifey: Ah, a little cleavage? That's the whole enchilada, Bob.
Me singing, "I gotta be me!!! I GOTTA BE ME!!!"
Wifey: Okay already. Enough is enough. . . .
On another less offensive subject, here's the two Poms, Zeenie on the right, Kiri on the left, playing tug-of-war.
There's a lot of posturing and growling . . .and a lot of stare down.
For this game Zeen came out as the winner. It's about a 50/50 split on which dog comes away with the toy.
Isn't it nice that this post is so clean, so wholesome and so lacking in cleavage.
Damn, how I hate minding my manners.