The Hub has been at it again, leaving love notes for me.
I don’t mind them; it’s kind of nice that he loves me enough to show it; but why are they always left in the kitchen? I might spend all my time in there, but no one in this house believes that’s where my heart is. It would make more sense if he left them on the computer.
This one is from the paper Pseu used in her gift basket:
Here’s one he left on the milk:
Here’s one he left on the strawberries:
I get the feeling he loves me but thinks I spend too much time with food.
This one isn’t a love note, just some fun he had at my expense:
It led to Bizarre Question Of The Week #1: Did you put the frog in the fridge?