Once again I would like to iterate that were George Clooney my boyfriend and/or husband
I would share him with my friends.
My friends would not get to
sleep
with George Clooney, but he would be available, on a limited basis, for weddings, class reunions, shoulder rubs, foot rubs, showing up at your house in a tux after you've had a hard day and making you a pot of tea and listening to you bitch about your boss...
Clooney rentals. You could make a fortune.
Hey, Cass, got one for you: I just sneezed and hurt my hip flexor. Yeah, I don't even know.
Yeah we are gearing up to do invites but first are the save the dates many of which I'll be emailing. In the email message I'll be asking, when necessary, people for the spelling of their SO name.
Steph, I'd be pissed if I were you. That was pretty thoughtless. But maybe also just an innocent mistake in the flurry of wedding prep activity.
Yes, I was sitting down. Sneezed and legs went up. Hil, that both makes me feel better and further confirms my suspicions that I have a degree of hypermobility.
Done that.
It's worse if you are sitting cross-legged for me. Which, I tend to do.
Sorry, babe.
showing up at your house in a tux after you've had a hard day and making you a pot of tea and listening to you bitch about your boss...
OMG, I would love this. Or I vote for the Old Spice Man clad in towel, making tea, listening to me bitch, and then saying crazy things about what we will do to my boss and how he will make me feel better.