I have nothing useful to say today, so instead, please feel free to look at these pictures of Krissy.
I FORGET WHAT EIGHT WAS FOR
I have nothing useful to say today, so instead, please feel free to look at these pictures of Krissy.
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She has her laser beams locked on you in that third picture…
She pretty.
Me agree with McLaughlin.
As it happens, so do I.
She’s lovely and I can definitely see Athena in her.
I used to supervise a college kid who always went home whenever his wife had an emotional crisis (for her, minor computer problems resulted in emotional crises).
So one day I had great fun telling him that he was uxorious. I enjoyed his puzzled expression as he left, and I vastly enjoyed his expression the next day, when he stomped in after consulting a dictionary.
She’s very easy on the eyes. I happen to think the picture here is the best of the lot.
Keep up the work.
TK
I have nothing useful to say today
Like that stops anybody ELSE in the blogosphere.
I like the second one. John has added the snarkiest caption to it, which is probably revealing in some way.
It reveals I am a great admirer of snark.
I love her hair. I wish mine looked that good.
Ok, girly moment over.
My GOD, Krissy has the most incredible bone structure — and those wonderful, leonine cheekbones. You lucked out there big time, John.
You’re telling me? As if I didn’t know?
But — you know — don’t tell Krissy. She might trade me in.
I doubt it, considering the trade-in value of used husbands hovers somewhere between cardboard bales and aluminum cans.
I have a tendency toward uxoriousness myself.
This post serves no purpose except as an excuse for using the phrase “tendency toward uxoriousness,” which is a marvelous phrase, and would be a great name for a blog.