pamtseotu-sam:

Do they deliver?

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Who says I told him that?

No, go for a run!

A little bird who is currently blowing raspberries on my face.

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pamtseotu-sam:

I can’t make you a coffee. I forgot how to coffee.

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…someone wants to say hi.

It’s okay, it’s okay. There’s a Starbucks around the block.

Ughh, I’m not ready for this parenting thing right now. You’re an asshole for telling him to jump on me.

pamtseotu-sam:

I so want a divorce.

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Divorce me, and I’m taking half of everything; including your comments.

Make me a coffee while you’re up and tell whoever it is to leave us to wallow in self pity.

pamtseotu-sam:

It was a knock at the door.

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Go answer it then.

pamtseotu-sam:

Imma just hide under the covers now.

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Is my head just banging a lot or was that a knock at the door?

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pamtseotu-sam:

Okay, that’s gross.

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If you’re feeling so great, you make the coffee.

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pamtseotu-sam:

You took me for better or worse. So coffee. Please?

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You’re the worst husband ever. Fine, but if I vomit into it, you only have yourself to blame.

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pamtseotu-sam:

Rude, you married me, so you should love me that much!

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Sober Sugar married you. Hungover Sugar did not.

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pamtseotu-sam:

But I asked you first.

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I don’t love you enough for that. I’m going to lay in bed with the curtains closed until I stop feeling like utter crap.

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pamtseotu-sam:

Thank God we don’t have a gun.

Make me a coffee, babe?

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We have toy ones. And I have pillows to throw at you, but moving too muh makes me feel sick.

You make me a coffee.

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