REASON NUMBER 92,728,820,957,024 WHY I LOVE MY HUBS. HE TAKES ME OUT TO OUR NEW FAVORITE BREAKFAST PLACE AND ADMITS THAT IT’S MOSTLY BECAUSE HE WANTS TO SEE MY O FACE. MY NUTELLA-CREPES O FACE.
REASON NUMBER 92,728,820,957,025. HE SPOTS A SERIOUSLY SKEEVY LOOKING DUDE. AND SAYS, HOLYSHIT. LOOKIT THAT GUY. HE LOOKS LIKE A DEMON. I LOOK AROUND AND NOTICE THERE IS NO SALT SHAKER ON OUR TABLE. AND WHEN I INFORM HUBS OF THE FACT HE DOESN’T LAUGH, DOESN’T SHAKE HIS HEAD. NOPE. HE SAYS OHMYGOD YOU’RE RIGHT!!!
