And I kid you not... he looks right at me in utter amazement and says, "We have another silverware drawer??"
A couple days later, Reagan can't find her sunglasses. I suggest she look in the sunglasses drawer.
And I kid you not.... she looks right at me in utter amazement and says, "We have a sunglasses drawer???"
Y'all.
We have lived in this house since June! (I realize this statement would pack a lot more punch if I could say we've lived in this house for 10 years but this is what I have to work with.)
If something happens to me, someone please come over here with a label-maker, uncurl Ryan from the fetal position, and help a man out. Please. Don't let my work be in vain.
Consider it done...I'll be over with my label maker....
ReplyDeleteI don't even think Gabe knows where the towels go, but the man can cook! So whatever. Espy, your husband probably carries a label maker in his pocket.
ReplyDeleteOh, cooking is good! The last time Ryan cooked for me, I was pregnant with Ryley. I sat down to eat, took one look at the food, and ran to the bathroom to puke. He said if that's what I thought of his cooking, he'd never cook again - and I don't think he has!
ReplyDeletetoo funny. I don't think I am organized enough to have anything labeled unless it is the junk drawer!
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