Be Nicer

We're trying to find a place to put the papers that Katie is taking into work with her tomorrow so she doesn't forget them, because mornings are hard.

"Yeah, you get all worked up, running around....," I say, to which I receive a raised eyebrow.

"Be nice," she says.

"I'm not being mean," I say, "I'm describing."

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One year ago: Distracted

Two years ago: THAT Kind of Marriage

Three years ago: sketch 8/16

Four years ago: We Spent The Rest of the Ride Ignoring Him