This morning, Daniel was waiting for me to iron the pants he was going to wear to work. While I was putting my make-up on and fixing my hair, he made up a song that started out, "Once there was a man who had no pants. . ." and danced around the bedroom in his shirt and tie and boxers. It was weird, and a little disturbing, but adorable nonetheless. :)
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Gee. My husband irons my pants.
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