Tantrum Warehouse
Tact Free Since 2003


Ya'll. I had the best day. Went shopping with my mother. Found this amazing jacket. Had a great lunch. Bullied her into buying these cute pants. Found a gift for my sister's birthday. Perfect.

Got home. Husband had cleaned the downstairs. I mean mopped the floors. Cleaned the carpets. Scrubbed the kitchen. Seriously. Husband of the fucking year territory.

And he did laundry. Which made me worry a bit but he swore he didn't do any of my stuff.

Of course he was wrong about that. He washed and dried one of my favorite wool sweaters.


This is like the tenth time he has done this to me.

Way to spend the points from cleaning the house before you even collect them Junior.

7:31 p.m. :: comment ::
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