“Okay, then. Can you pour me one of those?” He asked pointing to the drink in my hand. “I’ll be down in a little bit after I shower and change.”
That was all that was said about the shrubbery that night. My husband has learned that when my stress and estrogen levels collide, it is best that he neither ask too many questions nor get too close to me and my friend, the electric hedge clippers.
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