I think I'm a realist and my husband's a pessimist. He thinks he's the realist and I'm the optimist.
Perfect example. We're walking the dog, I'm looking at the birds, trees, saying hello to people while my husband's approach is to get the job done and he's usually lost in thought.
So why is it always me that steps in dog poo?
Friday, February 26, 2010
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