Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Further Evidence I Married The Right Man

Last night after I popped the roast in the oven for dinner, Spouse suggested we take our cocktails out to the hot tub. Now then, take one hot tub + one empty stomach + two or maybe more, I'm not sure glasses of excellent wine = one giddy and gay me.

How do I come to the conclusion that my Spouse is totally fabulous?
When he sees me tipsy I remind him of the charming and adorable princess played by Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday:

When in fact I am much more like David Hasselhoff eating his hamburger:

Ooo yeah, I married the right guy.