I love being married. Really I do. Next to having kids it was the smartest thing I have ever done. Particularly 'cause my husband is gorgeous, kind and really interested in making me happy. Really, dear internet, could a woman ask for more?
Maybe. Perhaps a better memory and the ability to pick up the phone once in a while would be handy as well. So for instance, when he uses the last roll of toilet paper while you are at the grocery store, shopping, he could perhaps, call you on the fancy phone he bought you for Christmas, and tell you it might be a good idea to buy some more.
Or we could go the route he did, which was wait till I got home, help me carry in hundreds of dollars of groceries (and no toilet paper) and not say a word. Until this morning, when the final sheet on the roll was gone, I was in the biffy and well, let's just say it was a good thing I keep a roll of paper towel under the sink. Scratchy paper towel. On my sensitive parts.
What's that saying? Oh yeah: If momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy. Right honey?