So the wife was nice tonight, cooked up some steak, a little pasta, and poured a merlot.
I convinced her to slip out to Mega-Grocery Corp to pick up some cake and little ice cream. Used my crying face.
As she was brushing her hair in the bathroom, I over vocalized, "hey, hey...I got my wife in check."
Sometimes I can be a dick.
I did apologize, but I was only joking. She knows that.
I've got a buddy, he met his wife in Prague.
I think he's the only one I know who can legitimately say, "I got my wife in Czech."
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