When I came home from a 4-day work trip to Chicago, I asked my husband if he had brought in the mail while I was gone. He looked at me sheepishly, partly knowing his blunder would end up on this here blog and admitted he had not.
When I opened up the mailbox all this came spilling out.
I love my husband dearly, but he makes a lousy roommate. And I'm not convinced we'd live together if we weren't married.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Toilet Paper
Friday, April 16, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Wash cloths
Often times, once I wake up and long after my husband has left for the day to be the wonderful, caring school teacher he is...I'll come into the bathroom and be greeted with an obnoxious sopping wet wash cloth that he has used and taken off of the bathtub floor and plopped onto the counter to just sit and get water all over the place.
Like this morning.
He also likes to just take his gently used wet wash cloths and place them on top of his dry towel as well.
Like this morning.
He also likes to just take his gently used wet wash cloths and place them on top of his dry towel as well.
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