I just got an email from my husband that read: “Read the very last line. [link to article online] I love you. I want to be home watching Leta while you nap.” Let me address the beginning line of this email first because it has a lot to do with the rest of what I [...]
Destroy the pile of clothing that I have just folded, ripping and jerking and TOSSING SOCKS ACROSS THE ROOM with such exasperation you’d think that you had ANYTHING to be exasperated about. I’m folding YOUR goddamn socks. BOW BEFORE ME.