I got the email from Monkey Man's teacher last night. He left the note on his desk, and apparently they aren't utilizing the clothespins until Friday as a trial run.
And last night, at 10:30, as I lay dozing on the couch, I heard the top of the garbage can slam outside the kitchen window. And in walked my husband, clutching my song list.
Now if crawling into the supercan to get a smelly list isn't love, I don't know what is.
3 comments:
Nice!
Now, let's hear about the Badass drama.
oh, yeah--that's love.
Yep. Sounds like love to me too.
Now what's going on with those badasses?
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