Bethenny....
"Can you please tell me why a car is the middle of living room tats?" I questioned him while taking a sip of my coffee. It was ten in the morning, just walk out in my pj's in front of seven men that were assembling a car in the apartment tats and I just moved in.
"This is art, who doesn't want a car in the their living room? It screams badass, it screams me." He said while leaning against the car.
"You need to get you head check out, I'm not sure it's functioning properly. Out of all the "art" in the world, you choose a car, really?"
I shook my head and walked around the kitchen counter, "There's food on the table, bought you some hash browns, eggs and toast from jimmy Coney island. Still your favorite, right?" He asked, sending a wink my way.
"Thanks hubby, love ya."
