Thursday, June 11, 2009

One Sentence

One Sentence is a blog devoted to true stories, told in one sentence.

I felt pretty bad when my husband staggered into the kitchen from the den with a profusely bleeding cut in his forehead, collapsed on the floor and told me "I knew you wouldn't want me to bleed on the carpet."

After saying "I am missing my G-string" out loud, I realized that nobody knew I was talking about my guitar.

We almost broke up over whether or not to freeze bread.

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