ladies man

My husband asked me out on our first date while pulling cans at the local grocery store.

He was a bag boy there, I was the cashier (trying to avoid being up front cashiering, because seriously... there probably isn't a job out there that is more boring than scanning your favorite buttery spread over that laser light thing). So anyways, I was in the aisle pulling cans along with my future husband.

It went something like this...

Future husband:
"So, you wanna go out with me sometime?"

Me:
"Well... no."

Silence.
Chirping in the background.

I go on to explain "See, I have a boyfriend"

And that was it.

We continued pulling cans forward, sharking our real job duties, joking with each other about the bad country music playing over the intercom.

Yes, my husband is a real ladies man, he obviously worked hard to convince me to dump my boyfriend and go out with him instead.

(Though when I did dump my boyfriend, he was one of the first people I told, and as they say, the rest is history.)

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So Wyatt, working on 'what he is thankful for' in school, brought this home today.

Our ladies man in the works.

With the million of possibilities of things he could write;


he's "thankful for Bella",

the cute one that sits besides him at snack time.

Both of them probably sharking their preschool duties and making fun of toddler tunes playing over on the piano too.