It has been few years since I gave WonderWife™ my beloved Phish t-shirts and in that time she has tormented me by making me think she might have thrown them out. Well, all of my frustrated complaining paid off this morning when, for my birthday, she presented me one of the shirts neatly framed, ready to be hung in my study.
"You didn't really think that I actually got rid of them, did you?" She asked me.
"For a while there, I actually wasn't sure," I told her.
Once again, she truly earns her internet nickname.
UPDATE #2: You asked for it, so here it is...
10 comments:
We need a photo.
Also: Happy Birthday (again).
That's awesome. :) I second the need for a photo!
1. PHOTO!
2. Happy birthday.
3. Go WW!!
Happy Birthday!! You share it with my son!! He was born the day the Space Challenger blew up 24 yrs ago.
pppssssstttt.... happy birthday.
Thanks for all of the b-day wishes guys. Y'all rule!
I posted the picture.
Missty...happy birthday to your son too. Yes, not a birthday goes by that I don't think about that explosion.
aaahhhh lovely! I love creative thinking people... I need to hang out with your wife, maybe her Wonderness will rub off on me?
Just FYI... that was meant in the cleanest way one can mean that!
Sure you did, Shelle. Sure you did.
She framed your shirts? Wonderwife indeed.
And happy birthday.
Captain...Took her a while and a lot of prodding, but she did it. She's a special lady.
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