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Lay Me Down On a Bed of Roses

On our way to San Antonio, the song "Bed of Roses", by Bon Jovi, came on. I teased Clint, telling him there better be rose petals on our bed when I come home. Now, fast forward to the trip home. I continued to tease him about the rose petals. When he told me there were none I told him he was an asshole (in jest of course, he is the farthest thing from an asshole). I also gave him a hard time about cleaning the house.

Well, when I got home, he had put away the 30 (exaggerating) loads of clean laundry I left behind and he finished and put away all the rest left undone. The kitchen was clean and the dishwasher emptied. The house (entire house) had been vacuumed. Then, I walked in our bedroom. Oh my god!!!! There were Hershey kisses all over the bed with a sweet note, a bottle of wine with two glasses, and a vase with flowers. What a good,good man. Needless to say, Daddy got a good deal in return (wink wink).

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