I love him. And I am sure that I do things that make him just as crazy (eh hem, my lack of taking out the dog), so until I become perfect, I will try my hardest to choose my battles.
Just choosing, choosing away, ch-ch-chooooosing. I even made a little diddy up about it.
I don't think I am the only one out there who constantly reminds themselves about choosing battles and sings little diddies in their heads. Right? Right? Shane, do you think about it when I am being a pain? Do you?
**Shane's response to the post (before I post)...
Is this a scathing letter to me camouflaged as a blog post? Did you take out the part about my pretty face?