|Really bad picture of the back of Matt’s head. We’ll say it’s artistic, not blurry.|
Matt and I had plans to go to dinner with some friends last night. He asked me to get him some clothes ready.
Me: “Actually, I know exactly what you mean. But I’m not going to iron this shirt if you aren’t going to wear it.”
Him: “Fine. I’ll just look fat all night.”
Apparently I married a woman.
She sure is cute in those nice brown boots, though!
And not fat at all.