Psst! Hey, it’s me, the Hubs. Kimba is off snoozing away in a turkey-induced tryptophan coma. She left her blog dashboard open! I’m grabbing what may be my one and only chance to set the record straight regarding a few things.
Image provided courtesy of Pixabay – http://pixabay.com/en/sleeping-reading-woman-reader-book-32750/
Kimba is a great storyteller as well as a fabulous wife, mother, and friend. But over the years she’s gotten a few things wrong during her tall tale telling. Examples include:
I do not snore. Well, I don’t snore all that loudly. OK, let’s say I do snore a little loudly, but my snoring has never knocked the cat off the bed. OK, maybe just once.
I am a brilliant fisherman. Yes, Kimba has caught King salmon way bigger than mine. That just makes her lucky. I’m talented. Dammit, I am.
I am a tough guy. Just because I rescue kittens, drink margaritas, love babies and listen to Celine Dion doesn’t make me a wuss. Anyone would look a little wimpy next to this:
I have a lot of stuff, I admit it. But you don’t see me complaining about her 24 little black dresses and 30 pairs of black shoes.
Kimba is really not all that neat. You should see the top of our bathroom sink.
I happen to be an excellent driver. Kimba, on the other hand, just sayin…
Shhh, here she comes. Be cool.
Pray for me,
PS: honestly, who doesn’t love Ms. Dion?