It’s 8:03AM. I already made J’s breakfast and reassumed my position in the bed. Mornings are tough for me, people. J’s in the closet, and I’m telling him about a book I just bought.
My sister’s co-worker wrote a book. It was only 99 cents s–
J pops out of the closet with full swagger.
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)
Coppin’ it, washin’ it, ’bout to go and get some compliments
Passin’ up on those moccasins someone else’s been walkin’ in
That’s my husband, y’all.
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Mama, indie author, wife, believer and friend.
My only hope is that while you’re here, you feel a sense of belonging, comfort and empowerment. Because life is too short to live it worried you’re not good enough.
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Concert in the Hodges house, HOLLLLLAAAAAA!
Sorry that comment added nothing to your life but the pic matching the story is pretty great.
love. it. AND you are such a saint for making him breakfast every morning!! He is one lucky guy to have you!!
hahaha….. love it
hahaha….. love it
This is pure awesomeness. He seems so fun!!