Monday, March 26, 2012

Why I am the Best Wife on the Planet

Because when I walk into the kitchen and see this:



And no sign up the husband who left it there for a few hours while the toddler decided to drag it around the house, I didn't freak out.
Nope.
I made cookies for that husband instead.

Because I knew that by the time the cookies were ready he would be in the kitchen cleaning his mess so he could eat the first one out of the oven.

True Story.

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