Monday, May 16, 2011

Love, in other words

While walking The Husband to the door this morning, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. 
I ran a hand through my unkempt hair.

"Oh, honey," I moaned, "I'm so sorry you had to look at this all through breakfast."
"Don't be silly," he shushed me.  "I wasn't looking."

1 comment:

Andy said...

Priceless! Classic! Yep!!!