Oh, and with my husband, of course. A man of brevity, Gary leaves me little notes on the kitchen counter if he leaves before I get up. (he is such a romantic).
I have been battling the plague some sort of sinus/respiratory thing this week and slept in this morning since I was up hacking half the night. I came downstairs to make a cup of tea and found this note on the counter.
Translation: Let the dog out and she did her business, gave her insulin and fed her.
It’s good to laugh first thing in the morning, thanks G.
i could cry but i don't have time 