My husband is gone. A lot. For example, he's been gone at least three days of each week since we returned from Minnesota.
He just got home tonight. We met at Cheeseburger in Paradise, because our big three-year-old wanted to go to the beach tonight to celebrate his birthday. (Possible where we live, but waaaaaay too cold. Cheeseburger was a good comprimise.)
We ate dinner, came home, and I carried things in. He served Mark cake.
And then he fell asleep.
I'm planning on lodging a formal complaint in the morning.
1 comment:
I support your decision. Let 'im have it. :)
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