When he pulled that peppershaker out of the bag I almost laughed out loud. Fourteen years earlier we stood on separate aisles of Target – me with crossed arms and him wondering if we…
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“Lord, please strike him with a holy bolt of lightening,” I prayed. “No real damage. Just enough to scorch him a little.” Okay, so I don’t normally pray for my husband’s ruin, but let…
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Have you ever wanted to program your husband to say the right things? Imagine. You walk down the stairs for a coveted date night with the man of your life after spending hours choosing…