*£$$&%!! My husband is a horroble couch potato!

He hasn' t gone to work for days. He' s just been pulling a hip. And guess what. We have Matthew in the purse again. Yesterday I told him to go for a loop, but he just started to open his head. I hate this. Oh no, he' s not fat. He' s more like a bone violin. And he said his cucumber was sick. I wonder if that' s a symptom of liquid wolf?? Pain!