Here's the deal. I can't call him that. I have my reasons. Oh? You'd like to hear them. Okay, but keep in mind this is my blog so my reasons are completely self serving. If you don't like it....... hmmmm...... don't care.
- I have to live with him.
- He financially supports my fancy shoes and party dress habit. Okay, so its more like a ballet flats and nice jeans habit, but he still foots the bill.
- Would you enjoy calling the person you sleep with ANYTHING with the word dump in it?
- Didn't think so.
- Christmas is coming and he has been know to give thoughtful and slightly extravagant gifts.
- I told you the reasons were self-serving.
Anyway, as I often say to Huck, this ain't a democracy.
I can do Truck, but I still think it should've been George.
ReplyDeleteRefer back to the list of reasons I didn't go with Dumptruck. I must live with this man for the rest of my life (or more likely the rest of his given his current risk factors).
ReplyDeleteI understand...a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do!
ReplyDeleteTruck here...glad I got caught up on the blog in time to return my extravegant Christmas gifts!
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