Hubs came downstairs in his robe at 8:05 this morning and swore as we heard the garbage truck trundle past the house.
Him: "Oh Fack. I forgot to take the garbage out."
Me (with a world-weary sigh): "Don't worry. I did it."
Him: "I don't care what they say about you. You're alright." And he kissed my head.
Who needs roses when you've got devotion like that?
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Yep, that's romance alright. *swoon*
Sounds just like something Beefcake would say!
ahhhh, that's nice!
That's quite a Rhett Butler you have there, lol.
My heart's definitely pounding over that one...
love it! So cute.
Adorable!
Oh he is coming up all roses and chocolate.
LOL thanks for the chuckle.
"You're alright..."... I guess that made you just want to jump his bones, didn't it, tee hee!
That's a great story: you ARE all right :-)
Ha! Love it!
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