I was just sitting at work thinking to myself, I have the best husband in the world. And then I got this in a text message with the caption:
"Looks like Marilyn Monroe was remembering her days as a coyote."
So what if the back seat of my car had an emptied out bottled of tylenol, lip gloss, a sweet & low packet and a Coyote Ugly soundtrack from 9th grade? I don't think that Marilyn even knew about Coyote Ugly.
Oh! Is that a quarter??

1 comment:
love this post. good work, you.
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