Husband's Letters: Dear Mrs. Loerke, yesterday you purchased mascara for the first time in your life. I think your bravery is sexier than all the make-up in the world. Dear Scrubs, I wear you to concerts, to movies, and to buy groceries. If I could, I'd go back to the day I married Emma and sport you on the tandem bike that we rode away on. Dear OB/GYN Rotation, even though I took a class about you I feel as though I know nothing. I am both humbled and excited to learn about labor and delivery. Dear Little, before I knew you I thought a "carboodle" was a dog, "chester drawers" held our clothes, and "pay-ownie" was a perfume. Thanks for teaching me about Kaboodles, chest-of-drawers, and peonies.
The Mr. asks: Is there anything you'd like to know about Em and I that we haven't mentioned before?
HAPPY FREAKIN WEEKEND!
A Note from the Mrs: I own mascara. I FREAKIN OWN MASCARA! How the jack do you put this stuff on without poking out your eyes? And three fist pumps for making us laugh with all of your comments yesterday. Looks like owning mascara is right up there with owning a Kaboodle, curling iron, purse, eyelash curler, and big girl boobie baskets. XOXO