Dear Husband,
I would love to understand your logic behind leaving 1.75 Triscuits in the box. Please explain.
Love,
Wife
Explanation please
Sainthood
How do you know your husband is a saint?
He doesn’t kill you (or even get mad!) when you spill a cup of coffee on his laptop 1.5 weeks before his doctoral thesis is due.
Wow, I’m a lucky woman!
P.S. Don’t worry, his data is fine. Just the keyboard went wonky.
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Mike is a pretty thrifty dude, but even he didn’t know how good a deal he was getting when he bought new fish at the pet store the other day. Turns out, it was buy one, get seven free.
From the photo you can tell that it was a great deal, but not a particularly big deal.
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How I know my husband loves me … sort of
Because I have a bunch of work to finish up tonight, Mike, my wonderful husband, is making me dinner.
We’re having Mac ‘N Cheese ‘N Peas, one of my favorite dishes (seriously, no sarcasm).
“How many peas do you want?” he asked.
“Ummm, 167,” I said in true smart-alec form.
“OK,” he replied and began counting.
That’s how much he loves me.
But then he got bored and said, “If you want me to count your peas, you’re not going to get very many peas.”
Understandable.
And I’m pretty sure he loves me a whole lot, just not 167 individual peas worth.