Saturday, February 21, 2009

When my husband comes home from work

he will sweep me into his arms and say darling, what is that lovely smell? And I will say burned carrots of course, wanna clean the pan like last time?



Or maybe he will say, why the hurricane? As all the fans are on high speed.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Isn't life with a baby so romantic?

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