We don't write papers, we build scrapbooks
“Uhhg” my wife declared in frustration.
Now, typically, that is my cue to ask her what’s wrong – which I dutifully did – not at all expecting the response.
“I can’t get out of my pajamas yet because my stretchy pants aren’t finished in the dryer yet.”
Yes, it is a different world we live in now.
My wife and I always knew we had found the secret to a happy marriage … we never saw each other.
She’d get up early in the morning and leave for school before I even woke up. We both would work throughout the day, but then I would leave to go and cover some form of sporting event or theater show – typi...
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