When your husband describes rolling himself over in bed as...
"Rotisserie-ing" himself.
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- Cece Martinez
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3 comments:
mmm... rotisserie...
Answer #1
Me, of course.
Answer #2
No.
Answer #3
Me, of course.
Ha Ha. An instant Martinez classic.
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