Sometimes I fear I’m going to run out of things to post. Then I remember who I’m married to.
My husband called me from work the other day to tell me he had something for me to blog about. This from a man who not only doesn’t read what I write, but couldn’t tell anyone the name of my blog if his life depended on it. Apparently he just likes the "notoriety." I didn’t have the heart to tell him my readership is approximately 4 people.
I asked him what he had.
He told me he went to work wearing two different sneakers. He thought it was a riot.
And I was afraid I might run out of material.
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