I came home from work the other night, to the following gem. It was written on toilet paper:
"Honey, thanks for doing so much. Working late, shopping, laundry... you must feel pooped. I must say, you are on a roll. I'm so happy urine my life. If you ever feel unraveled, know that I love you and I hope you stick with me forever. No ifs, ands, or butts. :)"
He may be a potty-mouth, but he's my potty-mouth.
