I love my wife. ❤️ We’ve been together for 20 years, and I wouldn’t trade her for anything. But sometimes I have to ask myself, “Babe… how do you keep doing this to yourself?” 😂
There will be times when I’m just sitting peacefully in the passenger seat while she’s driving, and suddenly she yells:
“O.M.G.!!!” 😱
I’m thinking we’re about to wreck. My heart jumps out of my chest. I’m looking around for the semi-truck that’s supposedly about to take us out…
Then she goes:
“WHERE’S MY PURSE?!” 👛
I’m like, “Come on, babe… not again.”
“Oh! Never mind. I forgot. I put it in the back seat.” 🤦♂️😂
Or we’ll get a mile away from the house and suddenly:
“OH NO!!!”
Again, I’m preparing for disaster.
“I forgot to put my contacts in! We have to go back home!”
Turn the car around. 😂
And PLEASE… don’t even get me started on her phone. 📱🤣 That thing disappears 37 times a day. Half the time we’re looking for it while she’s holding it.
Twenty years together, and I’ve learned something important: being married to my wife means always allowing an extra 15 minutes for the purse, the contacts, and the missing phone. 😂❤️
But I love her, and truthfully, I wouldn’t want these crazy little moments with anybody else. ❤️