Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Come Home

Hubby is stopped just outside of New Orleans and is finished until tomorrow morning at 9am when he picks up his trailer and heads home. He's been complaining the last little bit about being bored and having nothing to do. So I offered a constructive idea.

"You could always come home and fold my laundry."

"You wait right there, I'll be right on it."

"Yeah. Right."

Hey, it was something to do, right?

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