why are husbands so helpless. sunday i spend a couple of hours getting hubby's clothes together and those special little things that he asked me to get him so that he would be ready to pack for his business trip today. so i get a call from him at lunch time, "where is my. . . ". he gets to the airport and text messages me---"i forgot the treats that you made me"--they were only on the counter in front of you. i forgot my bathing suit----maybe that is the way i will get him to the nude beach. lol, if i get him there , i will most likely refuse to take my clothes off.
whatever,
my god, it is 5:30 am----and i have to go to work in the morning. nite all
sammie |