He may have bad politics, but he’s still the best husband ever. Look what I found waiting for me when I got home:
My very own Peeps ration book! So I get to enjoy my Peeps without the “oh, why did you let me eat the entire box?” feeling! Wow, Peeps and no stomach ache. Who woulda thunk it possible? Although, I do hope he hid those Peeps really, really well. If I find them, the ration book is going out the window.
