I had to go pick up Lil Monster from football practice and then run him over to Wal-Mart to get his hair cut since I butchered it the night before. I had my cell charging so when I came out this is the message I had:
Hon, I know you were smiling when you left and I know you are wanting freedom, but you need to come back home and put your chain on and cook supper and take care of me. I don’t feel well and if you want any of them living when you come back…I would come back. Okay. Love you. Bye.
You gotta lov’em….
Men are such wimps…I only left him with five kids…geese!
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