*Nick beams*
*Shakes head*
What? What'd I do?
I can't believe you taught Sara
Johnny Cash.
Can't believe she learned it or can't believe it's something I would do?
Either or.
Technically...we taught her Johnny Cash. *grin*
*Shakes head* You're hopeless.
*shrugs in acceptance*
You know...I already went through all the nominations. I even started voting. I'm on top of it, this year. I'm happy to report that I won't be needing my gun this time around. *kicks back, feet on the coffee table*
You're not at all worried about all the immortals, doctors, lawyers, aliens, etc. that will be gawking at your wife's "chest"?
They can look, just as long as they don't try to touch. *shrug* A teenager, two toddlers, and a set of five month old twins. I think I'm okay. Anyway, Bane still has his gun.
Good point.
Thank you.
Thanks for thinking of us!