On day #2 I am reminded of what a slob I would be without my live in husband.
I have found myself reverting to old college days and have instantly lost the few ladylike skills I may have once had.
I was late to work, I got a pedicure without leaving a tip (totally blanked it, I have no idea why – this is NOT normal), I did one load of laundry that turned a baby blue top pink,
and I ate very, very expired soup for dinner.
Oh Live In, please hurry home. Won’t you?
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