Dear Husband
Remember the night of your bachelor party when you called me from the bar at two in the morning to come get you because you and your designated driver were both drunk? And I was like SO pissed that I had to get out of bed and drive the shitty car to the bar to pick you up? And I wouldn't even look at you as you guys sat in the car and drunk-giggled about having stolen a peanut basket from the bar because I was so fucking furious?
Because... I had to wake up? Once? One time?
What the fuck? Because last night I was up four times with children. And they weren't even drunk.
For this and many other things, I am sorry.
Because... I had to wake up? Once? One time?
What the fuck? Because last night I was up four times with children. And they weren't even drunk.
For this and many other things, I am sorry.
1 Comments:
That is WAY big of you. Way. Seriously, you can be pissed at him for that, you know...you can. And, according to Jennifer, you can be pissed at the kiddos, too. Remember, you can *think* anything you want. ;-)
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