Dear Mr. Thomas,
You know that I love you. You know that I appreciate all that you do for me, for our family, and for our home. I think you are amazing, but you are only human. You need to eat and sleep like the rest of us. Seeing that you are only human, I called the exterminator today to take care of the eight-legged monsters living in our basement. The final straw came this morning when one of the little buggars dropped down in front of my face to say "hello" as I was loading the washer.
I know you have promised to evict all our little creepy crawly friends yourself, but there just aren't enough hours in the day to do everything that you need and want to do.
When the exterminator comes early next week I will let you stay home to write her the check (yes, the exterminator is a girl!). Will that help you feel like you kept your promise?
Since we haven't really budgeted for an exterminator I promise to cut back on my smoothie habit for the rest of the summer even though it is 10 billion degrees outside.
Love Always ,
Your Mrs. Thomas
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Ha ha ha! I sure hate bugs, and love husbands that say they will deal with them, but who wants their spouse covered in spider neurotoxin? Better to have some random girl do it.
Claudia, when you use words like "neurotoxin" it makes me feel that much better about the exterminator :)
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