Shhh.. don't tell, but I think I'm in love with my carpet cleaning guy. You totally would be too, trust me.
He called to tell me he was on his way. (and he didn't even ask what's for supper, or if there was any beer in the fridge.)
He cleans. He picks up furniture and moves it, he gets cat puke out of my carpet, he says, "no problem" when I ask him to do something.
He brought me flowers. Seriously, brought me a flower all wrapped up all pretty. Now he says they do it for everyone, but I know better. I am sure John felt a connection when he called to tell me he was on his way, then he immediately turned into a florist and got me my special carnation. He feels the love too.
Now how to break it to my husband?????
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