When I was a little girl, I imagined the man I'd be married to, what he'd be like. I imagined that he'd come up behind me, hug me, and kiss me on the neck. Fulfilling that particular dream for what must have been the thousandth time, Drew did just such a thing the other day. I love that.
In my pre-adolescent mind, however, my dream man never followed up such a tender moment by saying "I have to poop."
4 months ago
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You are obviously not married to the man who has the Good Morning Burp, the Bedtime Burp, the Hi How Are You Burp, the There's Nothing On TV Burp, the Man That Was A Good Meal Burp and my personal favorite, the Echoing Shower Burp.
Oh wait, but you have a baby.
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