Friday, November 14, 2008

love is...

Waking up in a horrible mood, feeling like a hippo sat on your head all night, and having your husband insist you grab a shower while he wrangles the cranky toddler before he heads off to work.


Bonus points?  When he ignores the fact that you look like a drowned rat and gives you a look that says seeing you exit the shower is the greatest thing that has ever. ever. happened.


Yum!

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