Tuesday, March 20, 2007

"Well, It Ain't Ozzie & Harriett"

You know when your wife wakes you up after about three hours of sleep and is like "Hey. There's a girl on the futon." And you mumble something about lost car keys, being late, gotta take her downtown. And the wife says "Have the car back by noon, I have to get down to the bank." You know? No, probably not.