Diddy Is A Homewrecker

Lorie is in town for the holiday and came visiting with her husband Michael and son Joshua.  After we enjoyed some mediocre chicken and noodles (an experiment on my part that I didn’t know was going public until I had reached the point of no return) and some yummy pumpkin turtle pie, we hung out, watched the parade on the DVR, and discussed Ismael’s odd recording habits (Lockup: Raw, Bait Car, Cash Cab, etc.).

Michael came out of the bathroom, laughing, before they left.  “Did you buy your husband a cologne called Unforgivable?”  The box is still sitting on his medicine cabinet.    “Seems like you are setting him up for failure.”

I think that when good ol’ P. Diddy named his cologne he was trying to be all cool and mysterious and didn’t think about the fact that some absent minded wife would pick that up, not reading the title, and give it to her husband for Valentine’s Day for Heaven’s sake.

Or maybe he did.

Diddy is a homewrecker.  You heard it here first.