It’s been a long week of cake baking, sleepovering and sports momming. I haven’t had time to do the things I like to do for myself. Mr. G. came home from work and asked me to take care of a list of things for him (laundry, appointment scheduling, shopping, etc…) and we had the following conversation:
ME: I really do a lot for you.
MR G: You do, thanks so much.
ME: I could use a wife.
MR G: Why? So someone else can play tennis for you and drink too much?
He says it like it’s so easy….