In light of our recent spat, we are both in smooshy gooey apology mode (and by we I mean, him), so I have decided to take the week to day dream about all the lovely things he should probably say to me if he wants to see my privates ever again.
Now that is love
I’m liking this idea. My number one would involve the serving of cake with cream cheese icing and NOT being judged.
That’s modern day poetry! :p
At our house, it’s another one of those mornings in parenting that is so gross you can’t look your partner in the eye, so I think my little poem would go a little something like, “You’ve never looked sexier than when you’re vacuuming up unspeakable filth at 6:00 AM.”
Word.
I vote for this to be a whole Tumbler blog that is updated daily.
I’d “pin” the crap out of it, I promise.
Seconded.
All in favor, say Aye…
Aye
Aye!
Aye!
AYE
Motion Carries….please proceed.
I’m totally going to regret this….
what are “ghetto target spanx?”