Yeah, so, my husband sent me flowers for no reason. And that’s why I always refer to him as my mighty, mighty good man.
Man, I fuckin’ love that guy. He kicks ass.
Thank you, David. You are the best husband in the universe.
Yeah, so, my husband sent me flowers for no reason. And that’s why I always refer to him as my mighty, mighty good man.
Man, I fuckin’ love that guy. He kicks ass.
Thank you, David. You are the best husband in the universe.
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March 14, 2011 at 4:01 pm
So sweet and pretty!
March 14, 2011 at 7:02 pm
somebody’s gettin’ a beej tonight!
March 15, 2011 at 9:32 am
Oh, he doesn’t have to give me flowers for that to happen, Marie. That’s just a normal Monday night in our house.
March 16, 2011 at 1:50 pm
I love Mondays!