girl at large

I like to write about life when you have a job, some kids, a fixer upper and a fatal disease.

Out of nowhere, as he wrestles baby into a complicated onsie/dress combo, hubby exclaims loudly “Man, do I understand now why women are the way they are!”

He went on to expound the tortures of every item being a different style, with different fasteners in different locations each time and everything either stretchy or clingy or binding or lacking in pockets.

“Men—pants, shirt, same thing every day…boom done!”

I love him so.

 

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