DanielleLouiseBayman

Hubby and I largely communicate through our dog, who we both adore. "Baxter, don't you think it's time we cleaned the kitchen?" "Baxter, do you think I can get daddy to lick my fanny tonight?". Baxter's 10 years old these days, and when he's gone, our marriage will be fucked.

when i text “hehehe” this is what i really mean