I can't complain. I had to tell him multiple times to get ready and two and a half hours later, we are on our way...to the grocery...to buy the stuff needed for the meal we were about to eat for lunch.
Yep. It's going to be a supper celebration. But I can't complain because he got off the couch.
And the best part about it is that I did not let myself get frustrated.
Pat on my back. Big hug for the husband.
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