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.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Floss
Apparently the husband is running out of all sorts of things right now. Because when I walked into the bathroom this morning, this perfectly empty container of floss was sitting on the counter- again, a mere foot away from the trash can.
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