This is the text that my husband just sent me, totally out of the blue.
It’s Saturday, the kids are napping after a busy morning of swim classes, lunch and running around screaming “auto” because they just got new Wonder Woman cars.
I have so many questions. Like, how many pineapples are about to make my house their home? What inspired the pineapple party? And when is he coming home with said pineapple(s). Because this mama needs a break with cottage cheese and fresh pineapple.