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I came home today and my man had the garage open and the fan going...knowing I'd be exercising. My man is an alcoholic and a procrastinator. However, he works hard at keeping his addiction at bay. I am a slob. I have a boy gene inside me that detests housework, but loves to tinker with cars and be outside. I think I have the better end of the deal. I have ways of dealing with the procrastination, so it's not too bad of a thing.
He, however, does his own laundry and cooks. I love to cook, but laundry? YUK! He loves me. He tells me all the time how beautiful I am, no matter how fat I get. I wonder when the spell will wear off (I'm sure FairyGodmother had something to do with this) but it never seems to. He does little things to show me he loves me. He forgets the big things...like Mother's day, etc. But I'll see contstant reminders that he does...like stocking the freezer with my favorite South beach lunchables, or buying SkinnyCow ice cream sandwiches.
He is a good man...and I'm lucky enough to have his love. Stay tuned till tomorrow, when, for some reason, I'll be so mad at him that I'll want to shoot him and bury him under the house. Just kidding.
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Now that was very sweet of him... Now that I've caught up on your blog... it's off to shower and get ready for a party... then i come home.... and it's RAINING... and start planting my flowers
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