Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Don't forget the milk...

Often when I'm rattling off what I want for dinner to Scott, he'll head out to the store. That's right ladies, not only does he cook, he shops for groceries too (in record time). I'll rent him out for an hourly rate...
Anyway, this is often how I feel when he dashes out the door to the store:

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