So often he leaves his things lying around, cluttering every flat surface. I get irritated and frustrated and just plain mad. If it weren't for the clutter he accumulates he would be damn near perfect.
I guess he's perfect for me no matter what anyway.
But if that's my only complaint I'm pretty lucky. Especially when I have a guy who brings me these.
I love you Snoring Daddy, even when you irritate the hell out of me with all your crap. Now do me a favor and put your stuff away.
Sleeping Mommy
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Almost perfect.
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