Well, it’s Saturday! Just another work day for me.
As I was heading out the door, I called “Have a good day!” cheerfully back in to my husband.
He responded, “I hope you don’t have a good day!” just as cheerfully back to me.
“What!?” I said in disbelief, swinging back in the doorway.
His face lit up with a mischievous smile. “If you aren’t having a good day at work, you’ll come home sooner to me.” Then he gave me hug and said, “Oh, all right, fine, have a good day. But come home soon!”
Sometimes, I think I cornered the market when it comes to sweet husbands.
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