The only thing I dislike about our 3,000-mile road-trip to Canada is that Jamie isn’t with us. Due to our crazy summer selling the house and then moving, he hasn’t been able to take time off work (the boys of self-employment). Though we kept busy with family, we definitely missed him a lot.
Then I got what I thought was a sweet email from him after being gone 1.5 weeks entitled “wish you were here.”
Eagerly I opened it anticipated a sweet love note from my honey and I got this.
I called to get the low-down and thankfully it wasn’t anything serious–the toilet overflowed into our storage room.
I lambasted Jamie. “You can’t send a picture with a title like that. I thought you were writing me a nice note.”
Him: “That’s the way I felt.”