My Wife Won’t Love Me Anymore
February 25th, 2005 - 11:40 am
Not after I show her this, coming out just in time for Christmas ’05.
(Hat tip to uh, Tim Martin, I think.)
UPDATE: Of course, she’ll still love me. A recent conversation about Condi Rice and those boots went like this:
Me: Did you see that pic I sent you of Condi?
Her: Yes, I want those boots!
Me: Well, I want Condi. Fair trade?
Her: Fair trade.
A match made in heaven, I’m tellin’ ya.
Steve, I figured you might want to put this on you wish list. But I claim no responsibility for any negative effects on domestic bliss.
May the Force be with you.
You’ll need it.
You can’t have it, it says ages 16+
“What’s that flashing?!”
“Flying through hyerspace ain’t like dusting crops, boy!”. Link via Vodkapundit….
Hmmmm, so you think you could get Condi to wear a Vader mask with that outfit? Could be interesting….
“Find me those terrorists. I want them alive!”
My wife already has boots like Condi’s
I’m amazed that Stephen Green’s wife doesn’t already own boots like Condi’s. I made sure to buy a pair for the ever-gorgeous Mrs. Swanky a couple of Christmases ago. Now as for that black coat, I gotta find her one of those. That’s just cool….
He’s not going to need the Force, he’s going to need a bigger house.
We already need a bigger house, Sandy, and we haven’t even had any kids yet.
I don’t know how two people filled up 2,800sq/ft so quickly, but I suspect clothes are mostly to blame.
It ain’t gonna fit in your Christmas stocking, bro!
No, no, no. It’s not a Vader outfit. It’s a Matrix outfit.
Condi is The One.
I see one problem:
You already have one “treasure”.
This new one has the Imperial Star Destroyer to scale attatched. Your set won’t be in the same proportions.
Or, possibly, this is not NEARLY as important as merely having them both…
Just keep us posted on how long it takes you to assemble this one.
BTW, where are the Halloween pictures that you promised WAY WAY back??
PS:
I HAVE THOSE BOOTS!! Or, more likely, the slightly-less-expensive version, but to the ladies out there, the effect on those with testoserone is truely amazing….
Now, if I had that outfit….
You should have your wife put buns on her head and steal the instructions (to be appropriately geeky).
2800SF????
You lucky dog, you.
I’m hoping to get something like that, but in my neck of the woods, 2800sf is hard to come by. They’re usually bigger. And we really don’t want to swallow a $400K mortgage. And that doesn’t include $250K down.
Why didn’t you give yourself a double oven? there’s only 3 of us and I love it.
2800SF, 2 people, and yer runnin’ out of space?!
Dude. Ya’ll redefine the definition of clothes-whore if that’s what’s takin’ up all that space.
Hats off to both of ya.
The Lego empire strikes back
It’s not just a myth anymore: Lego Death Star II .
…whose clothes?
Yours or hers??
Enquiring minds want to knw.
Damn, Stephen! And my wife thought I have way too many screwball hobbies…Her words, not mine. Do they have waiting list for that moon, I mean space station, yet???
Dr. Rice is great no matter how she looks.
Brings back a very, very old tune…”these boots are made for walking…and that’s just what they’ll do…one of these days these boots are gonna walk right out on you”.
Watch your a_ _ , my friend!
Not to get all serious and wonky- but in 40 years the US has gone from a place where four little girls were killed in Birmingham Alabama because their parents wanted to vote (at a time when white women in politics were a curiousity); to Condi Rice, Secretary of State, wearing black high heel boots and scaring the hell out of the Iranian mullahs and L’il Kim.
I love this country!
Heh. Sounds like you have a great relationship.
Y’all ain’t lyin about the boots. I don’t even find Condi attractive myself, but somethin about when women wear stuff like that really powers up my light-saber…
As I’ve been saying for a year, it will be Condi + Arnold in 2008. Irresistible.
Hmm…’met “the wife” / “spousal unit”; ‘see “Absolut-ly” no fair trade, regardless of the boots or clothes!
That’s just my opinion…I could be wrong.