Saturday, July 22, 2017

Permission

A mutual friend of ours was invited to the cookout, but couldn't go because her husband wouldn't let me. I had fits when I found out she had to “ask his permission” to go. I railed about that to everyone.
Me: I can't imagine asking my husband's permission for anything.
Austin: Absolutely not. She doesn't even ask me where I want the bruises. She just gives them to me.

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