So it's official. I'm ready to send Blake back to Louisiana. Why you may ask? Was it because he made me do mounds of laundry? No. Was it because he snored too loudly last night? Nope. Or perhaps it was the fact that he made me miss my nap on my day off. No-it wasn't even that.
Well, I'll tell you why he is currently walking down the street with his thumb out. Because last night, while we were watching Teen Mom, he looked over at me and I was crying. Yes, that's right. Anything with babies can turn me into a babbling mess. And do you know what he does? Laughs. Mocks. Ridicules. Calls me a baby. That's right. Say hello to my wonderfully sweet, very empathetic husband. Not.
Take him back please.
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