Me: “Would you please help YOUR daughter move the desk back to the wall.”
Doug: leans over and looks “No, she has unplugged everything and it will take too long. I’ll do it later.”
Doug: “Maybe tomorrow.”
Guess who reconnected the plugs and moved the desk back to the wall?
2 thoughts on “married to Juan Epstein”
Men. Can’t live with them. Can’t kill them.
Please excuse Doug from monotonous tasks today, as he is suffering from an inflamation of his procrastinationing bone.