When your husband says too much

My husband just arrived home from Taiwan. I tried to look cute for his arrival. I won’t say as cute as possible, because by the time I got my daughter out the door to school, let the dogs out, took care of the morning coal furnace, took a quick shower, and dressed/fed/watered two toddlers, I was already running behind for my hour journey to the airport. I did my makeup in the car and actually went without coffee because I didn’t even have time for that. No, the world did not end—in case you were wondering. I suppose I can live without coffee if I must 😉

And we reach the airport a tad late. No one’s upset. All happy. Then we head home.

So exciting. Lots of cuddling and chatting on the couch.

Then out come the fun selfies. Yes. I take selfies.

We, being the parents, were being silly. Goofy selfies left and right. Then we did what most do—we scrolled through the results. That’s when my newly returned husband went from being my sweetheart to my nemesis, for this is the selfie, and then I’ll share what he said…