So, the receptionist calls up and says, "There's a hot blonde down here to see you."
Well, I'm all over that.
It was my wife who (not only IS a hot blonde) had just left her class and brought me my pillbox thinking I had left my morning doseage of Glucofage at home (I didn't, she bought me the other pill case I had with me). But she drove another 20 minutes out of her way (her commute is only 45 minutes, and is about 5 minutes in the other direction from a major intersection we both use). So, while I didnt need the pills, she's full of awesome to have brought them thinking I did need them.
2 comments:
She sounds like a good'un.
That she is.
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