Working at my desk the other day, hubby comes to the room and stands in the doorway. Need something, I ask. He just stands there as if I can read his mind. No, I can’t. (even if I could I would never admit it; why encourage him?)
Working at my desk the other day, hubby comes to the room and stands in the doorway. Need something, I ask. He just stands there as if I can read his mind. No, I can’t. (even if I could I would never admit it; why encourage him?)