Saturday, September 12, 2009

To my darling husband:

When you get home from a hard day of sitting at your desk, don't complain to me on how you got "suckered" into swimming with the Master's program. Don't give me the details of your workout and how hard those 2 by 400's were. Don't tell me how sore your arms are... when you know your wife is DYING to swim the master's program but the childwatch hours STINK BIG MONKEY POOS and she can't swim at that time!

You might find yourself sleeping with the dog... outside... under the swing set! ;)

Your loving wife,
Me.

Ahem. ;)

1 comment:

Katie Cramer said...

Adam is swimming?!?!?! Wow, that's cool. The complaining isn't. But the swimming is.

If he doesn't like the workouts, maybe he could let you off childcare duty early by coming home, and you could take his place at swim practice ... Just an idea. :)