So, my husband says to me the other day, as he is reeling off a number of things he would like to do or accomplish before the day is over, “And you. You are last on my list.”
Me? Last on his list? I had to laugh about it later. You could definitely take that one of two ways:
1. I am last on his list. The end. Bottom of the barrel. Final place.
Or
2. I am last on his list. I am what he wants to find waiting at the end of a long day. I am wanted. Treasured. Adored.
Yeah, I think I will pick option number 2, not only because that is clearly how he meant it, if you could have seen his face but also because this is my husband we are talking about; He is not eloquent; just straight-forward and to the point.
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The headline reads, "ANGELA IS ALIVE" subtitle reads "After Months Without Blogging, She's Back!" :)
You are too funny! Yes, because Blogging is the ULTIMATE sign of life. Hee! Hee!
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