Baby girl had a fever today, so we couldn't make it to the grocery store. Mr. E volunteered himself to stop by on the way home from work, so he asked me to text him the list. I did. Then I went back to tending to our tiny, grumpy, sick baby girl. Just now, I found a text from him that he must have sent at the grocery store. It read:
"Is it ok if the condoms aren't organic."
Keepin the romance alive with sweet sarcasm. Aw yeah.
(and organic condoms)