My hubby celebrates his 35th birthday today and could there be a better way to wake up in the morning than to have me nagging (I say gently - he would say it sounds and feels like a barbed wire fence being scraped along the inside of his skull) to get out of bed so he's not late for work?
He'll be late anyway because the garbage has to be put out, our 2-year-old must be cajoled and bribed to get dressed without launching herself off the bed, kicking and screaming simply because, because it's Tuesday and 7:00 a.m. and we dared to even think of putting pants and a sweater on her. Did someone put the dog out already?
And who the hell left the empty milk bag in the container again? Oops...this time, it was me. You didn't do it. I admit to it. Honey, this is my birthday gift to you - enjoy.
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