Three Minute Memory

My husband was always looking for me; my solution, tell him where I was going.

“Honey, I’m going to take a shower.”

“Okay,” he smiled.

Three minutes later, “honey?”

“Yes dear.”

“Showering?” he asked

“Yes.”

As he left, “by the way, guess what I forgot?”

 

Dee Krull.

 

 

 

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