Getting magazines in the mail is one of my favorite things. Right behind chips and salsa. And IKEA. And, spray paint.
So, imagine my confusion when I saw this note on the cover of my pristine issue of Woman’s Day.
If you don’t know what WTF means, call my mom. I had to explain it to her on the phone yesterday. (Love her.)
Apparently, my husband took offense to the editorial content.
But between you and me, the joke is really on Mr. Woodward. Because I’ve been using those tricks, and he’s been doing dishes, staying healthy and more. Putty in my hand. Shhhh…. 😉