Tuesday, February 07, 2006
THE GAME IS ON.
Before I get to the details of THE GAME. I need to say a few things about my loverly wife.
You should see her do the Cha Cha! Holy Chacholy! She almost set the place on fire tonight waving her arms all up and down and lookin' at me real sexy like. Dancin' around like me and her was the onliest ones in the place! Dang!
In other news. I believe everybody knows what SPAM is. My beautiful wifey hates this stuff. Spam and celery. Those are two things she hates. I can't say that I blame her about the Spam. Spam, though is mostly misunderstood. Spam has been treated like a bad stepchild for far too long. My stepdad loves the stuff and has been known to keep a two years supply in his basement in case the nuclear war promised us in the sixties comes to fruition. We'll be chewin' on Spam and drinking cheese sauce. Tostitos brand I think it is down there in the basement.
Tonight at dinner there was a nicely slicely arrangement of spam to go along with enchilada soup, cornbread, salad, chicken soup, cheese sauce, and whatever else I can't remember. AJ can't help but show her disgust whenever SPAM is around and of course that just tickles my pester bone. I'm thinkin' about ways to make her eat it and not know she is eating it and the more I tell her how good it is the more contorted her face gets in even looking at the stuff. Then I have an epiphany.................
I bet her that within a week I can get her, without her knowing it, to eat spam and like it. Yes, you've heard it here first. Within one week, little miss sexy dancer will have eaten spam and will have liked it!
Wish me well.................................
Oh, who am I kidding? You're all going to be on her side aren't you?
Posted by Whistle Britches at 2/07/2006 09:33:00 PM