The Daily Digital Photo
Chronicling the life of Clayton and Spenser, with memories of Scooter
October 29, 2008
Just in case you'd thought I'd married Mr. Perfect (cures sick people, flies airplanes, builds furniture, knows the Governor, etc.)
let me point out one of his little shortcomings: Phillip leaves his clothes on the floor.
And I mean ALL over the floor: next to the bed, in the closet not six
inches from the laundry basket, in the bathroom. Although it drives me just a little crazy, over the
course of seventeen years of marriage I guess I have more or less come to accept it, or at least get used to it. Now
that it's cold and jackets are
required, Phillip does what he always does in the winter and that is to keep his jacket
on for the first ten to twenty minutes inside the house, then drop it on whatever chair is closest when the perspiration begins to
drip down his face . Ladies, tell me I'm not alone?!
(P.S. to Phillip -- you might not be Mr. Perfect, but you are most definitely Mr. Right. Smoochies!)