Ah Louie Louie, oh no, say we gotta go. Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Dave has this knack of pulling funny stories and amazing facts out of thin air. Things I didn't know.

"I didn't know that about you! How could I not know that!!?"

He had just told me about the dead body he and his brothers found as kids. Dave looks at me, his huge satisfied grin spreading across his face.

"Ohh hon .... I gotta keep you innerested."

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The day we went to the apple orchard, I found a Las Vegas casino chip in his ashtray. It was SO COOL. Of course I can't find it right now because Rocco has put it somewhere .... it looks like this:



When I asked Dave about it, he said he found it three years ago, when he was digging on a job. Can't believe he didn't tell me.

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The thing that really takes the cake is Louie.

We had stayed at Dave's mothers house for a few days. When we were packing up, Dave goes, "Hey hon I reckon you might like a case I've been storing in the spare room here for a while."

I told him no, I didn't need another suitcase. He told me I might want to take a look at it. So I did.

I laughed, said oh yeah, an imitation one huh?

No.



NO. MY HUSBAND HAD PUT A LOUIS VUITTON SUITCASE IN A BEDROOM CUPBOARD OF HIS MOTHERS HOUSE - FOR TEN YEARS. AND NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT IT.

I stood there, hyperventilating.

Dave couldn't quite believe my excitement, he was all puffed out and impressed with himself. Not answering any of my questions about it.

"Gotta keep ya innerested hon."

I was very, very innerested.

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Louie now takes pride of place in my bedroom. He is just so beautiful.

If tongue pashing Louie is wrong, I don't wanna be right.





(Dave walked in just as I snapped that photo. He looks at the wet patch on the case from my kiss, looks back up at me, says nothing, and walks out. HA)