Without fail, my squirrelly husband swooped in and moved my stuff again. He decided he wanted to change a taillight in our car last night, and I'm thinking, but really hoping not, that the one screwdriver I need is in the car. It's 8:40 am and already hot as hades outside, and I don't want to have to walk out to the parking lot to retrieve the screwdriver that should have never left its spot.
Squirrelly husband strikes again.
2 comments:
LOL!! I can't ever find *one* of the ten billion screw drivers we have... even the one in my "girly tool set" goes missing all the time!
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You rock!!
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