The night I went shopping and found out I can fit into the "regular" sized clothes, I was so happy. Brian kept asking if I was excited, and I kept interrupting him with squeals of glee.
He pointed out that I do interrupt him a lot, and it's like that old knock knock joke. You know the one....
Knock knock!
Who's there?
Interrupting cow.
Interrupting cow wh-MOO!
Lol so yeah. Now if I interrupt him, he just yells MOO at me.
It works
No one likes to be called a cow, let alone a rude one.
He took my last name when we got married. I took on the challenge of motherhood and losing the 80 lbs I gained
Bwahahahahaha!
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