Last night I was writing in my journal and I found a old entry where I said, “His morals will raise your kids. His hands will protect your home, and his heart will nurture you when you’re hurting. Don’t settle.” and for some reason I just feel like someone needs to hear that
The 4th always reminds me of when I went on a date to a firework show & the finale one fell over and hit me IN MY FOREHEAD so hard that I flew off the bleachers. I opened my eyes to my date taking a Snapchat video while I laid on the ground with singed hair. Chivalry, wow.
My grandma just posted a video of her by the pool listening to gospel music and captioned it
“Getting some SON while I’m getting some SUN”
Okay, Marilyn.
Vacationing in Colorado, I woke up at 7:28 am to Cait already out of bed and she said “Hey, Han, how about a little natural light?”
My ass popped out of bed with a hell yeah ready to catch a beer... just to see her LIFTING THE SHADES.
I need help.
to whoever i get married to: every monday, whoever gets home last from work has to stand on the coffee table and tell a joke or funny story and if the other doesn’t laugh, you pick up the tab on the next date. we are having no bad mondays so leave your work problems at work.