Anyway, this morning has capped off the sucktitude that has filled my life this week. I present to you my morning, through verbatim emails between Aaron and I.
Hey Baby,
And then my wonderful husband wrote back and made me feel much better, because he actually is awesome, minus the sarcasm.
Can I just tell you how completely awesome my day has been so far?
First, you were sick and then you still went in to work (yes I’m still harping on you about this; I figure you’ll learn someday, right?)
Then, I almost hit about 4 fifth and sixth graders who jumped out in front of my car, but who I couldn’t see because of the giant glare the sun was causing on the windshield. Is there something we can buy for that?
Next, I DID actually hit something. I hit and killed a chipmunk. That has to be a good omen, right?
Finally, what I think will be your favorite awesome thing that happened this morning, the seatbelt alarm/annoying beeping noise in the car started going off because my passenger wasn’t buckled in. What passenger, you ask? I would like to know that as well, as the only thing sitting in that seat was my breast pump, and I know that’s way lighter than the weight that is supposed to indicate a passenger.
Any bets on what else awesome can happen this morning?
Sweetheart,
I'm so sorry. I will wash the windshield tonight.
It's also a tragic story about the chipmunk, but he had it coming. From what I've heard, he was a murderous villain. So you did a favor to the rest of the chipmunk community.
As far as the car goes, I'll really have to ramp my search for a replacement vehicle as the electrical gremlins in this car are really starting to turn their vicious heads.
I don't want to bet what else may happen because I love you and don't want anything bad to happen to you or my little girl.
I hope your day goes better.He deserves a cookie, at the very least.
2 comments:
I hope your day gets better. At least you're not a chipmunk, right? ;-)
Your husband is adorable. Hope the week improves! Hey, it's almost the weekend now!
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