The image of the straight talk guy
I just ate a lettuce sandwich. That's bread and lettuce only, folks.
Shockingly, it wasn't particularly tasty.
Earlier tonight Sara was cooking dinner and I was sitting at the kitchen table watching her cook and generally amusing her. As she waited for the skillet to heat she started shaking her head back and forth with a confused look on her face. She started swaying a little. She stumbled toward me and I caught her arm and asked if she was okay. "I'm fine, I need to go in there" she said, pointing at the bedroom. She took one more step, directly into the over-the-toilet rack in our kitchen we use to store our dry goods. Her glasses fell off her face and she fainted in my arms. I gently lowered her to the floor, wondering what the fuck I should do; who I should call. She woke almost immediately, got up and went right back to cooking, without concern.
I spent the rest of the night with my heart skipping a beat every time she moved.
Shockingly, it wasn't particularly tasty.
Earlier tonight Sara was cooking dinner and I was sitting at the kitchen table watching her cook and generally amusing her. As she waited for the skillet to heat she started shaking her head back and forth with a confused look on her face. She started swaying a little. She stumbled toward me and I caught her arm and asked if she was okay. "I'm fine, I need to go in there" she said, pointing at the bedroom. She took one more step, directly into the over-the-toilet rack in our kitchen we use to store our dry goods. Her glasses fell off her face and she fainted in my arms. I gently lowered her to the floor, wondering what the fuck I should do; who I should call. She woke almost immediately, got up and went right back to cooking, without concern.
I spent the rest of the night with my heart skipping a beat every time she moved.