I used to not believe in marriage. I thought that human beings were biologically not meant to be monogamous and that I, specifically, was meant to roam as a lone wolf, an awkward solo act.
And then I got married, and my husband brought me Wendy's for dinner after I spent all day napping. I love love.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
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Awesome! Could you tell him to pick me up a broccoli cheese potato next time he goes? Only if it's not too much trouble. Tell him I love him too, if you think that would help.
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