Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Saint Husband

I'm like a cuddly soft bunny now.

And that's not just a mantra! It's a blessing...phewf! Thank heaven for husbands who come home and play with the kid(s) and make you feel beautiful and sweet (and don't reprimand you for being Woman even if that means being less than Angel).

:) I love Michael. He is a Saint.

No more warthog! It's safe now! I promise I won't bite your head off if you come to my house now.

...but thanks for not risking your life while I was warthogging or else I'd feel really, really terribly guilty...


  1. Oh Qait! You made me laugh with your warthog reference but at the same time I felt so bad for you. I'm very, very, glad to hear that you are soft, cuddly bunny now and that Michael treats you so good. :D Love you!

  2. Oh Qait! I may have been wise (or just busy), but is it bad that I secretly think I would have been safe from the warthog anyway? Whether I am or not, I'm glad that you're all bunny-cuddly now. Michael sure does know how to take care of you. And that makes me happy. :)

  3. I'm always happy that you have Michael. Beyond happy.


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