ME: What’s wrong?
HE: Nothing.
ME: You’re sure?
HE: Uh-huh.
ME: Well, maybe, but I sense a crust forming.
HE: A crust, huh?
ME: Yep.
HE: That’s just the pudding skin of my personality.
ME: What’s wrong?
HE: Nothing.
ME: You’re sure?
HE: Uh-huh.
ME: Well, maybe, but I sense a crust forming.
HE: A crust, huh?
ME: Yep.
HE: That’s just the pudding skin of my personality.
I love this phrase, pudding skin of my personality.
Pudding. Pie. And you & MB are sweet to each other.
I think I’m gonna have to call the dentist!
I’m sorry, Kate P. Are we grossing you out?
I just don’t post the non-sweet times where I regularly threaten to kill him.
Well at least he hasn’t built up the cynical shepherd’s pie exterior some of us have.
Nah, I’m not grossed out. Just have to watch out for tooth decay from all those sweets. 🙂
Cullen, that’s hilarious. I’ve heard horror stories about bad shepherd’s pie from my cousin’s wife who grew up in Dublin–as in burnt outside, uncooked inside. She freaks out every time she sees it on a menu.
Cullen — Hahahahahaha!
“And we have some shepherd’s pie peppered with actual shepherd on top”
~ Sweeney Todd