Monday, April 7, 2014

Dream a Little Dream of Me

Husband told the photographer to be ready. Kiss-bomb!
(Actual breakfast table conversation from the House on the Corner)
Husband: I was pretty irritated with you in my dreams last night.

MomQueenBee: Oh? What did I do?

Husband: You decided you were ready to do some remodeling on the house, so the contractor came over and you started tearing wallpaper off upstairs without even checking to see if I was okay with it.

MomQueenBee: And how, exactly, is this different from our actual lives?

Husband: Well, not at all. But then I sulked.

MomQueenBee: My point is proven.

Thirty years and counting and I'm still his dream girl. It must be love.

Posted by MomQueenBee at 10:40 AM

2 comments:

  1. MelindaApril 7, 2014 at 10:57 PM

    You two are adorable! Wishing you both a fantastic final week of tax season. May the procrastinators be early and the extensions be swift.

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  2. MomQueenBeeApril 8, 2014 at 11:59 AM

    And to you as well, Melinda! May your software stay steady and your receptionist bring treats.

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