Our taxes this year were virtually painless. When it comes to boring technical stuff like that Matthew and I have come to an accord. I will do the majority of cleaning, meal preparing, and child baring. In return he will do our taxes for the rest of our life.
Personally, I think I got the better end of the deal.
While he was on Turbo Tax I watched music videos. Usually I change the channel when skanky whores come on the screen. But I can't get enough of that song "Just Dance" by Lady Gaga.
When I hear it I put on sunglasses and start bouncing in the driver's seat or jumping on the bed. "Music makes me lose control." I just can't help myself.
Oh, and I guess it does help that the song was written about a certain artificially blonde roommate of mine. The exact lyrics were taken straight from her mouth.
Exhibit A:
"Where are my keys. I lost my phone."
"How'd I turn my shirt inside out?"
"I love this record but I can't see straight anymore."
"Halve sec hotic gotta burb it Halve sec hotic lec tronic."
It's great. I hear this song and think of all our fond memories together.
Just kidding. No I don't. That would ruin the song.
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So which part of the child baring will he be doing?
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