Sleeping With the Enemy
It was bound to happen. You marry
someone named John Smith, and it turns out they are not who or what they say
they are. Apparently, my husband "John" is on the Terrorist Watch List. I
should have known there was something fishy about him when the animals refused
to have anything to do with
him:
...or by the cold and
heartless way he treats adorable little
children:
...and especially by his
humorless rejection of all things shiny, good, and
fun:
The man is clearly a
menace.
Posted: Wednesday - October 13, 2004 at 12:42 PM
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