Why I Love My Wife
The shower in our new house has a glass door. The top crossbeam that holds the glass door in place is right at head-level. When I'm half-awake (or not paying attention), I've cracked my head on it. It hurts. A lot. I curse about how much I forgot to duck.
My wife had a solution.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I love my wife.
3 comments:
Good christ, why didn't I think of that?
That's so cute. We should all be so lucky as to have someone willing to put a rubber duck on top of our shower. ;)
That is sooooo Liz. I am gonna have a big dumb smile on my face all day long now. And not entirely because it makes me laugh to think of you busting your head on the shower.
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