Weekend Bonus - The Real Story
By Brent Diggs on Dec 8, 2007 in Humor
Here is a more accurate translation of Friday’s story. It is about my husband Brent in case you don’t recognize the description right away: humor-blogs.com
You are an incredible and talented man. In all of the years that I have known you, I have never been more proud of you. Your work is excellent. Soon the whole world will understand how wonderful you are. Only people who are really stupid miss reading your words. I hope that you never stop writing. The world needs you. I need you. Not only are you a talented writer, but also a caring father and husband. There is no one like you on the planet. I do not know how you become more handsome as the years pass. You have intelligence, talent and a heart of gold. Remember, you can do anything. There is nothing too hard for you.
I remember the time that you saved the killer bees from becoming extinct. No one else in the world would have sacrificed their backside and their reputation. Those bees did not deserve you. Thank you for always caring more about others than yourself. I also remember the time that you fell out of the tree trying to save that dog. Those children should have known better than to throw him up there. You and the dog looked great in your matching casts. You are a truly amazing man!
Got to study. Have a great weekend.
-Camille
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Do you have a picture of the matching casts?
Lynn! The casts may be on body parts we are not supposed to see!
Well now, that makes much more sense.
Looks like Camille is a sweetheart in any language.
Thank you. I did not know that I had such adoring fans!
Um…are you kidding? You are the Hot Comma Momma extraordinaire!
When I was married my only nick name was: Debbie dumb, Debbie dumb, Debbie dumb, Debbie dumb, Debbie dumb dumb (to the tune of Bonanza (?)…dum didi dum didi dum didi dum didi dum dum…)
My ex would sing that every time I became a little flighty or was not paying attention to what he was saying.
Ahhh…memories…
Camille,
My deepest respect and admiration for you ever grows.
Bless you.
My sympathy for you grows. I think you’re suffering from romance movie overload.
Ignore Brent, he is allergic to sap.
Damn, boy. Keep that girl around.
Oh, I will.
I’m not sure what controlled substance has resulted in her high opinion of me, but if we could distribute it to a few publishing companies, I’d be set.