Disclaimer.

[almosthonest]

Right, so on advice from my dear Gretchen, this is my disclaimer.

No, I am not delusional.



I know that the man above is not, in fact my boyfriend. I am only kidding around.

But I like to call him my boyfriend anyway, just because I can. Heh. But again, he is not my real one. So please don't come around saying I'm crazy. Because I'm not, really!

Thank you.

*g*

Comments

[callmedirk.livejournal.com]

Shh. I only said this so the crazies don't come after me! Hee. He is SO my boyfriend. Mine.

No need to fess up. You are who you are. *nod*

Double date it is. But no bowling. Ryan throws like a girl. *g* (kidding, of course...*cough*)

[brightillusions.livejournal.com]

If they're too dumb to not know reality from a joke, then why should you have to waste your time telling them. Losers. Or 12 year olds. Either one.

So bowling is out, wouldn't want to hurt my husbands throwing arm and all, and with Ryan throwing like a girl and all. I know! Miniature golf. Safe and fun for all.

So you, the boyfriend, me and the husband. Well when the Oakland A's season is over that is, then we'll go. =)

[callmedirk.livejournal.com]

Losers. Or 12 year olds. Either one.

Both. *snerk*

Ooh. Miniature golf is good. No way the boyfriend can look wussy there. Hee. And yeah, no hurting of the hubby's arm. *g*

Rock on. We have a double date set. Good times, that.

He is SO going to get me for calling him wussy. Um. Eep?

[brightillusions.livejournal.com]

I'll never telllll!

See! And we always wondered when we'd finally settle down. Didn't take us long at all.

;)

[callmedirk.livejournal.com]

Woo. You won't tell and I'll keep quiet. He's aslepp, so maybe he'll neeeeever find out. Yipes.

Not long at all! We so rule. You got a hubby and I finally got a boyfriend. 'Tis ALL good. We are awesome, with hot men in our lives.

;D