This weekend when I was so sick I woke up at least once an hour all night...didn't cry.
Monday morning when I go out to my car for work and discover it has been broken into...didn't cry.
Last night when my husband kissed me with his terrible, no good, very itchy beard...burst into tears.
He was pretty shocked and kept asking what was wrong. All I could say was "I just hate that beard." *sniffle, sniffle*
He shaved.
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LOL! I am not a fan of facial hair and my honey knows not to come near me with any kind of scruff...I hate it!
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