Those moments of hapless fury start to wear on a person who wants nothing more than a plate of French fries and stretchy pants and possibly to be someone's pampered spouse. I understand that those first two might preclude the latter.
In other words, I'm in the market for a hero. He has to be strong but sensitive.
Kind to puppies.
Discombobulated by the out-of-doors.
With a flair for creative revenge.
Happy Friday, everyone! Don't worry, you're safe from my ire—I still love you. Just don't ask me for money. I don't have any, and that seems to be where the trouble starts.