Dear Husband,
I am so so proud that you killed a baby copperhead with your own two hands and a rusty shovel. That beast had it coming. But next time, PLEASE do not leave it on top of the garbage can lid. When I took the garbage out today a little piece of me died when I thought a snake was coiled up waiting for me. Seriously, I went into shock.
When I married you I knew everyday would be a suprise but my heart can't take that much. In return I promise to empty the dishwasher more often. Deal?
Love,
Becca
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