sometimes the husband is late coming home from work. i’m left hanging in the kitchen surrounded by the aromas of an almost-ready meal which makes my mouth salivate and my tummy start to rumble (no, i never read winnie the pooh).
all this is everything sad.
At least you’re warm
At least your knees don’t bend backwards instead of forwards.
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I say sneak a little… he’ll never know ;)
So true! I hate it when Stephen is late. So sad! But it’s very exciting and makes your heart leap when you see him pull in! :)