Open Letter.

Dear Husband,

You drive me insane because you won’t eat vegetables or drink enough water and I’m worried you will end up with kidney stones. You cut your toenails into talon-like points and poke me with them in the night.


You don’t throw away the empty cereal boxes … you leave them for me like little presents on the kitchen counter. You pull wads of lint out of your belly button and drop them on the floor.


You are my opposite and I appreciate that. If we were just alike we would either have to wade through piles of stuff to get to the living room and eat old Cheetos out of the couch, or we would live in a sterile box where everything is white and ironed. 


Hopefully between the two of us we can produce well-adjusted, kind, fun children.


Thank you for asking me who the greatest band of all time is when we first met.  I still believe that it is ZZ Top. 


Love,

Harmony

One thought on “Open Letter.

  1. This is us exactly, down to the toenail talons! I've actually been injured to the point of drawing blood from toenails in the middle of the night (twice).

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