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Driving around today, after Sunday eggs and pancakes, my fiancé pointed out a park that he and his brother had played in as kids.

“That’s where my brother used to steal plants, while I kept watch.”

“Huh?”

“And we used to take our shanghais and shoot pigeons.”

“What the fuck?”

“What? My Dad liked eating pigeons.”

“Your Dad ate them?”

“Sometimes we’d take our air rifles there too …”

“In a public park?”

“When we weren’t shooting rats in my cousin’s garage. We used to leave cheese out for them!”

“Who the fuck am I marrying??”

Me: Ooh! I love this dress *checks pricetag* Hmm $499
Him: Hmm?
Me: Maybe you can buy it for me for my Xmas present… But I guess that’s more than our agreed present budget….
Him: We’ve set a present budget this year?
Me: Didn’t we say 50 bucks?
Him: No, babe… That was an episode of Gossip Girl.
Me: Oh.

– Post From My iPhone

“You lying bastard!” she exclaimed, thumping him across the chest.
“Wha… Huh?” Nick stirred beside her, confused.
“You left me,” she sobbed. “With a six month old baby, and another on the way…”
“Babe,” Nick hushed, “… we don’t have any children.” He looked perplexed.
“I know that!” she snapped.
“Ohhhh… wait a minute. Is Real-Kahlee getting angry at Real-Nick, for something that Dream-Nick did while we were sleeping?”
“Yes” she huffed.
“You can’t get mad at me for something I didn’t do… It was a dream!”
“I don’t care. It FELT real.”
She looked him right in the eye. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go back to sleep, hunt you down, and take you to court for everything you’re worth. I can’t believe you just left me and our children!” She rolled over and went back to sleep.

Nick patted her hand softly, and vowed that movies such as Hope Floats and Something to Talk About would no longer be hitting the DVD player for bedtime viewing.