I married a (pocket) hoarder

Everyday when the Hubs arrives home, he empties his pockets. The man needs a fanny pack...or a purse. It's rediculous.

It's like I married George Costanza.

Comments

Kekepania said…
Hehe...I have a few witty comments for this but I think I will not ;)

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