I love ginger ale so much, I want to marry it.
Or I love the Jonas Brothers so much, I want to marry them.
Really? One husband is hard enough, but three?
Ever sat and thought about all the things you love so much?
I mean L.O.V.E.
Not as in, mmm, this chocolate bar is good.
Or I'm crazy about this tea and can't stop drinking it.
Nope, I mean Love, with capital letters LOVE.
Drunk dialing an old boyfriend doesn't count.
Nor does obsessively stalking blogs.
Actually, stalking is just plain creepy.
Unless it involves rock stars.
As in I love Kid Rock so much I want to marry him.
Thanks, Kid, for being from Michigan.
For using the same hair salon.
For driving your hog down Woodward, past my neighborhood.
For cruising in your boat past our dock... last time I stand on the dock in my pj's.
Not that I've noticed.
I hate blog stalkers.
ReplyDeleteI had one.
I wrote about her.
I think she may have left the building after that.
I love my truck so much, I want to lick it.
Wow you love Kid Rock??? Who knew;-) I love that song and needed a pick me up thanks!
ReplyDeleterotten - you've had your share of stalkers! Apparently you're stalkalicious.
ReplyDeleteI know true, news flash, huh?
These days I love coffee so much I would marry it.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kind words on my blog. Things are much much better around here and i feel normal again.