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I drove 16 hours from Indiana to Texas because the thought of spending another night in a bed that wasn’t mine was more than my brain was able to comprehend. Of all the things I am not good at, I would rate traveling up there with cooking and grammar and NoPoBloHo.
Two things that I can always be sure of when I travel is that I will be unable to poop the entire time I’m gone and that when I return home, I will find that my dear husband will have reorganized the already organized things in the house. And while I am so grateful I have a loving husband who alphabetizes the refrigerator by food group, there are some days I wish he would just hunt antelope like other husbands do while their wives are away.
Nonetheless, sleeping in my own bed, next to my very disseminating and very handsome husband, made for a wonderful night of sleep last night.
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When I am stressed out, my roommate comes home to find everything in the fridge organized by height. I might have to try this alphabetical thing
Very interesting. I wish my man would organize something. Anything. Really, anything at all would be nice. ha ha.
disseminating….???? ya lost me with that big word.
i’m not such a great traveler either. same unmentionable reason, which you mentioned for me. thanks.
jeanne, i’m so tired, i’m making up words.
Glad you’re home. Now you can start on your second least favorite thing: Thanksgiving cooking.
didja pick up a trucker in cairo?
This is starting to make sense. He does to the fridge what you do to the wardrobe.
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