When I got home from work tonight, I didn't even notice the dishes on the counters, or the full dishwasher, or the mess on the stove, or the toilet seat left up with kitty taking a drink, or Mr. Right pretending to be looking for a job on his Macbook.
I headed right to our bedroom to relax.
A minute later, it was the last straw. I was about to rip into Mr. Right for leaving his smelly clothes on the floor... when I noticed they were arranged in a heart shape.
He seriously does love me.
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Ahh, men. They do love us but they have such a bizarre way of showing it sometimes.
You're in banking, what do you think of these?
do you reckon Bill Maher would go nuts for them...
http://www.cafepress.com/GoldParachute
Thanks for you insight into the banking caper.
Hey, we had a cat that actually pooped into the toilet (we accidentally shut her in the bathroom one day).
Not sure she drank out of it too!
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