love

I found a card the other day that read....


           If I had killed him 30 years ago......

                                                                     open card..........
                                                   
                                                                                                   I'd be on parole by now.

Funny right.  Of course I bought it.  With the week the hubby and I had, I found it most appropriate.  I had another quartely rant.  You know the ones where I complain that I am only one person.  That I need help.  That I am tired.  You know, the all too familiar rant.

And of course there was the back and fourth.  The lists of what I do compared to what he does.  The big sighs.  But in the end, we both agree that we are a team.  That we will do what it takes to make each others lives better, fuller and richer.

I love this man!

If only he'd clean the damn toilet!