You may actually be my twin, married to my husband’s twin! When we go together to buy something he needs (i.e. find it, kill it, drag it home—nothing else) he won’t let me leave his side. (I’m just going to look down this aisle.” “I'll meet you at the cash register.” Not allowed!) On my first birthday after our wedding 41 years ago he we…
You may actually be my twin, married to my husband’s twin! When we go together to buy something he needs (i.e. find it, kill it, drag it home—nothing else) he won’t let me leave his side. (I’m just going to look down this aisle.” “I'll meet you at the cash register.” Not allowed!) On my first birthday after our wedding 41 years ago he went skiing with his boss. We met skiing!!! He called the morning of my birthday to tell me how great the snow was and asked what I would be doing that day. I said, “I’m going shopping with your credit card.” He didn’t enjoy a moment of the remaining trip!
You may actually be my twin, married to my husband’s twin! When we go together to buy something he needs (i.e. find it, kill it, drag it home—nothing else) he won’t let me leave his side. (I’m just going to look down this aisle.” “I'll meet you at the cash register.” Not allowed!) On my first birthday after our wedding 41 years ago he went skiing with his boss. We met skiing!!! He called the morning of my birthday to tell me how great the snow was and asked what I would be doing that day. I said, “I’m going shopping with your credit card.” He didn’t enjoy a moment of the remaining trip!
🤣🤣🤣