The wife and I went fishing on Saturday. The little **** can cast just about as far as I can.<BR><BR>It was pretty cool - she didn't hesitate to reach into the can, grab a worm and split a chunk of it off (with her finely paint/fake nails).<BR><BR>I've got to have the coolest wife ever.
Come on out of the gutter.<BR><BR>Have you ever been standing in a room and have a dinner plate launched at you? How was I *supposed* to know she didn't like being called "****er."????!? All I asked is when dinner would be ready:<BR>"Hey, ****er, when's dinner going to be done?"<BR><BR>And, WHOOOOOM! A dinner plate went wizzing by and I was informed that dinner would be done in a few minutes.