I love coming home from a trip and seeing all the things on my desk in my office that my wife has decided no longer belongs in other spaces in the house.
These books that used to be by the bed to read at night? NOT ALLOWED. Read them while you work.
Why is it that when yt women meet me n meisha in the wild, they ask us if we are sisters, we say no that’s my wife n they always respond with…
“Oh wow, good for you!”
Uhhh thanks?
Not sisters, jus gays.
What’s the deal with hotels not giving you real blankets on the beds? Like why would I want to pay over $200 a night for sheets layered on top of one another?
I’ve got an oyster shell filled with trout butter in my pocket.
What… were we supposed to just let them throw all of this away cause they gave us such a small amount of bread?
In this economy?!