Last night like so many was winding down without the old man(husband). He works long hours and I understand. Supper is very important to him and I usually can manage to work the timing out so that the whole meal isn't a waste but last night was a little longer than usual. I feeling a little aggravated
when..
the truck pulls in and he makes his way to the door; his arms are full.
Awh...
What more could a girl want?
Well then she ought to be ashamed.
ps. I think Whitman's is the best! Every bit is American made all the way down to the packaging.
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