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sometimes the husband is late coming home from work. i’m left hanging in the kitchen surrounded by the aromas of an almost-ready meal which makes my mouth salivate and my tummy start to rumble (no, i never read winnie the pooh).

all this is everything sad.

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  1. So true! I hate it when Stephen is late. So sad! But it’s very exciting and makes your heart leap when you see him pull in! 🙂

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