Dear Jesse,
Next weekend when you go to the Farmer's Market again, I would like to request that you go ahead and just bring home some crack cocaine instead of this kettle corn. I think it would be easier to walk away. I failed to even notice all of the lovely fruits and vegetables you purchased, and the wheat grass for the cats, as I have instead been sitting on the couch eating myself into oblivion.
Your Loving Wife,
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- Bernadette
- I am a mama to two, navigating the waters of motherhood with fierce love and a lot of messiness. I'm the co-founder, editor, & publisher of Rhythm of the Home magazine, and photographer for PLY Magazine. I'm also a coffee-lover, musician, and avid bookworm.