One morning, I woke up and groggily walked out into our living room. Sat down on the couch. Noticed a white something out of the corner of my eye. It took me a second to figure out what it was. A pile of something prickly...
A pile of TOENAILS.
Sitting there in a nice little pile on our couch. How nice.
Dear Mark,
You are so neat and tidy. Thank you for leaving your toenails in such an orderly little pile on the couch. I imagine other husbands out there (who are not nearly as awesome as you are) leave their toenails scattered all all around and messy-like.
Thank goodness you are not like THOSE guys. Phew.
Hugs and Kisses,
Liza Jane DeYounge
at least he didn't leave them on or under your pillow. ask dad about that.
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ReplyDeleteIt looks like you've scattered your sarcasm all over the place, so who's the messy one now? :)
ReplyDeleteThat is hysterical!!
ReplyDeleteThat's so funny! When I saw that Kelly Z had commented I was like, "Wait... is this an old post??" Haha. Funny there are two Kelly Zs that are your friends!
ReplyDeleteyou married someone very similar to your father...
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