Guys, I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve landed a good one.
A good guy, that is.
This man caught me at a young age. He had me ready to marry him at 18, but fortunately our parents made us wait until I was 21. But even if I would have married him at 18, it would have been the right thing. He is one decision I have NEVER EVER even thought to regret.
But like anything that’s good, he requires proper maintenance.
I’ve learned some tricks along the way. Tricks that will have your man groveling at your feet. Today I’m going to share such wisdom with you. Consider it a gift.
Speaking of which, are you following me on Instagram? You really should. I promise I won’t flood your feed with sexy pictures of the philosopher hubs. Instead, I shall flood your feed with picture of ornery but darling children. And a few ironic selfies. So follow–and let me know if you’re a reader!!! Cause I love you long time.