This series is inspired by The Blogess's post about stabbing Victor.
These post-its are not real. They are just in my head. I love my husband. Seriously.
Dear Fluffy Bear
It is three days since you got back from your trip, and your suitcase still isn't unpacked. THREE. DAYS.
You were in a very hot place. Your clothes were sweaty. THREE. DAYS.
You took one pair of shoes and wore them the whole week. They were in the suitcase. THREE. DAYS.
We have guests arriving on Monday, and we have to clear out the room we use to dry clothes in. That means all the washing needs to be done and hung ASAP. I know this. You know this. THREE DAYS.
And so I tried to respect your privacy and not rifle through your stuff but, finally, this morning, I had to empty your suitcase and start your laundry because I didn't have a choice. Because we're running out of time.
Because it has been THREE DAYS.
To read more in the Post-its of Wrath series, click here.
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