Fritos and Other Life Stories

Dear love-

I know you get really confused when you come home and I’m half soaked in the kitchen, but we’ve got to start doing our dishes one at a time. Bathing myself with the dirties isn’t my idea of fun, though I know it makes you giggle. Cheers to our future dishwasher. Someday.

Thanks for using your college basketball dry erase bracket as our Christmas checklist. I know we’re really behind, but I can sew really fast when I put my mind to it and we have plenty of time to buy scarves for everyone if all else fails. I know I pledged to handcraft all gifts this year, but it’s going to have to wait for 2011.

I’m sorry for all the Fritos and milk I had last night. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I generally don’t like Fritos and I hope it doesn’t mean we’re having one of these.

Also, I’m not quite sure why I’m getting ESPN emails in my inbox, but I have a feeling you had something to do with it. If you’re into sharing hobbies I can start forwarding the Martha Stewart Craft of the Day emails. Pure joy.

I love being your wife. And fritos. For tonight.