here i was just sitting on our super ugly semi uncomfortable sofa (as opposed to the super uncomfortable semi ugly sofa i normally sit on) where my sweet christopher spends 99% of his time at home. i was just enjoying my time blogging when my foot discovered something a little unusual. what's that?
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oh, just a fork. stuffed in the depths of his sofa.
i texted my dear honey this picture and asked him how long it's been there. his response? "no clue."
faaaabulous.
2 comments:
ha ha ha ha! my mom just confessed to me this weekend that sometimes she sticks her popsicle sticks under the bar stool cushions after she's eaten the popsicle-- just until she feels like getting up to throw it away. and yes, sometimes a stick will stay there for days.
Hahahaha!!! Vert awesome and very like a man to do...
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