Uhoh! Hope there's no trouble in paradise... :)

Huh? What'd I do? I didn't mean it - or I did!

The dog ate my homework!

um, er, I was caught in traffic!

It wasn't my fault!

Oh, who am I kidding. It doesn't matter what I did or didn't do, said or didn't say, it's my fault, I accept the blame.

John, whatever it was, it doesn't matter. I love you, but you are sometimes very difficult to understand!

Nothing personal.

Nothing personal at all, handsome!

lol, I don't know what it is...........but why are you trying?

Because I was desperate for blog-fodder to feed you animals!

Like heck she can't remember...women remember everything down to the smallest detail from the day that you met!

Heh...probably put his gun parts on the antique table or complained all day about gout and then wouldn't stay sitting down with his foot propped up the way it's supposed to. LOL

Something like that.

UPDATE - John did not do anything wrong. Sometimes, I just don't get him.

D-uh. Ditto. D-oh!

Heh, and I was about to send a supportive email last night to Ol' John. He could've joined me in the Dog House.

It wasn't my fault. Honest. I ran out of gas. I got a flat tire. I didn't have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn't come back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from out-of-town. Someone stole my car. There was an earth quake. A terrible flood. Locust. It wasn't my fault, I swear ...