Sunday, December 29, 2013
Improving, Whatever the Moment
Two to Tango. Not.
“I don’t wanna be fully realized! I just need a fuckin nap!”
By way of response, she flings Dr Osgood Carruthers’
DON’T LET NOW BE TOO LATE! at him.
Though the tome is floored, the benign expert beams up at both from the bedroom carpet.
And they, again, fight, expressly forbidden in Chapter 12.
Labels: argument, marriage, relationship, self improvement