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Originally Posted by Pressing-On
Reminds me of the story of the young girl gushing over how much her boyfriend listened to her as she talked and talked and talked all the time. Then he tells the story of how her laughing is like angels dancing on clouds.
After they had been married for a number of years, she is complaining, “He never talks. I can’t get him to say a THING!” And he is saying, “Good grief, she laughs like a hyena on crack.”

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My wife helps out in the kitchen when we have food & fellowship after Church & I usually visit the kitchen and grab some food to taste for "quality control" purposes & find my wife with her hands busy preparing food.
I then go & place my hands on her waist in a romantic hug, (but I know she can be extemely ticklish) & she starts squirming & screaming & I start singing,"La cucaracha" & the other sisters are laughing, meanwhile I get the dirty look.
It's all worth it!