Monday, August 20, 2012

Too Many Flowers

I climb into bed after a middle of the night feeding:

"Oh no!" the sleeping husband cries.
"What?" I say.
He mumbles something unintelligible, so I ask again.
"That was a lotttttttt of flowers. I don't know what they're doing!" he says with a surprising amount of sass.  He then proceeds to fervently start drumming his fingers on his chest.



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