Hubs and I were talking about jobs. I mentioned that there was only one job that I really quit since college, and how he shouldn’t complain about his job loss this past year.
So then he showed me a video asking me if this was what it was like when I quit my job that paid $8/hour in October.
I kind of shook my head. Reminded him that at that point he was in Connecticut with his job and I went home to a dog who did this:
{Puppy did not like being left alone. That fluff, from a couch cushion, was peed on for good measure}
This my friends, is nothing like Richard Gere in summer whites carrying one out of a factory.
{Image via Google Search}
Hubs replied: “Richard Gere is weird.”
My jaw dropped. I mean, Richard Gere might be…old, but I’ve always thought of him as one of those old dudes that I’d do. You know? Yeah.
Puppy, put her paw on my knee and looked back at Hubs like “bitch please!” I told him, puppy was appalled that he didn’t care for Richard Gere. Puppy? Is a huge fan.
He chuckled at us, patted Pupski on her head and went on to shut down his laptop. Her and I continued to look at him like – double you tee eff mate? Puppy eventually gave up on judging hubs and curled back in her little ball. She was unresponsive to his friendly advances after that. I think she fell back asleep. She’s not one to hold grudges.
{Give her food and she’ll love you no matter what. }
{Richard Gere in Nights in Rodanthe via Google Search}
I mean, you’d do Richard Gere right? He’s not that bad for an older guy right???
