In the process of photo shooting both outfits I realized there were two truck drivers parked in the empty lot
staring at my husband and I.
Not exact matches
The questions went unanswered as both the
husband and the pastor sat before this mystery and
stared at the fire.
I did a quick google search (or rather had my
husband do it because I was standing there
staring into the pot waiting for it to give me answers) and it looked like other recipes have you stir
at that stage, so that's what I did.
When I get home, I recount that humorous exchange to my
husband, who
stares at the floor, hems and haws, then finally admits he had plotted from the start to win my hand.
I just made them — couldn't even wait until they cooled to try one — burnt my mouth on one of the juicy peach bits — and my
husband and I just
stared at each other, speachless, shaking our heads.
My
husband and friend both
stared at me with their mouths agape.
He
stared up
at the trees, then over
at the tent that my
husband had set up, then back up
at the trees, entranced by the light and the breeze and the sound of rustling leaves.
With my hands clenched atop my swollen belly, feeling my daughter stretch within, I
stared out of the window for the entire drive, angry
at the government of Canada for not processing my residency and hence my free health care faster, angry
at my
husband for saying we should go to this information session, and most especially angry
at the thought of having to deal with the pain of childbirth.
Make your
husband or wife laugh with a DIY card that says «true love never having to say a word because we are both
staring at our phones».
I have a 4 month that sucks a lot and puts everyting on her mouth also shes a great baby but today my
husband and I were eating and she was
staring at ous I felt so bad.
He stirred, bleated once or twice, but did not wake, and then proceeded to sleep for a stunning six solid hours or so while I sat in bed
staring at the silent baby monitor, alternatively terrified that OH MY GOD HE MUST BE DEAD and waking my
husband up to regularly report on how long he was sleeping, IS N'T THIS AMAZING?
By: Stacey Ellis My
husband and I
stared at the letter from our daughter's birthmother and asked each other how we felt.
On a recent Tuesday,
Stare sat
at a vegan café two doors down from her new space while her
husband talked to contractors and watched their kids.
My
husband and I
stared at the monitor in complete shock.
She had it all down pat — the burb cloth over the shoulder, the vacant
stare at the TV... My
husband was equally supportive — just assumed this is how it should be.
When Peter was born, my
husband, Ryan, and I
stared in amazement
at this perfect little boy.
I asked,
staring dolefully
at my
husband.
Meanwhile, my
husband of one week
stared open mouthed
at me.
Last but not least, I found my
husband mouth agape
staring at these treats inside a local Asian grocery (Super 88), and was like a child on the verge of a tantrum unless we brought them home.
Find Your
husband stared at # 15, I was that are.
Staring the director of one of my all time favourite films (Jeff Who Lives
at Home), Mark Duplass plays the
husband to Elizabeth Moss's character Sophie, both of which are trying to recreate their magical first night together due to the drudgery of their current unhappy marital state.
'» There are a number of moments in I, Tonya that are startling in their physicality: Harding's mother hurls a knife
at her during an argument and it lodges in Harding's bicep as they both
stare at one another in disbelief; Gillooly slams her hand in a car door; Harding fires a shotgun
at her
husband.
I now live in a quiet village in East Germany, where people
stare at me without comprehension when I try to communicate with them in my
husband's mother tongue.
Last year my
husband and I traveled to Vermont where I woke up one morning to
stare at what an overnight snow storm brought us.
Sometimes they ask me too, but I just give them a blank confused
stare, refer them back to the
husband, and continue looking
at pretty things.
And I'm
staring at a couple of shots when I have this sudden realisation: the bloke I'm mugging with looks a lot like Antonia Kidman's new
husband, Craig Marran... ah, that's right, I used to move with his crowd over there...
My
husband laughs
at me because I will walk into the room, and stop and
stare at the staircase and sigh.
Sometimes I even catch my
husband just standing there
staring at our kitchen with a big smile on his face.»
After a few days of
staring at my red and white Christmas decor, my
husband finally convinced me that I needed to stick to my vision and not use red.