It's Thursday. What happens on Thursday morning around this time?
That's right. The trash truck comes around.
Guess what?
You are correct. Our trash wasn't out there.
I was a running fool.
That simply was not attractive.
Let's try not to let that happen again, shall we?
Love,
Hope
This is the email I sent my husband a few minutes ago.
I'm glad we have good communication skills.
1 comment:
I miss it every time it's my turn to take out too! I've assigned that chore to my younger brother or my boy now!
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