The other day I thought as a man. To be exact as my husband thought that I was not attacking the male gender of that all men are equal.
Tired of searching throughout the house went down to the car park looking for my daughter's shoes to see if like so many times they had been in the car. I looked on the floor, opened the trunk and going, they were not. But yes that was a box of milk mercadona we had not raised the day before because we lacked hands. And that my brain felt like in a man. I closed the trunk and got to home.
And I was so wide.
Then in the elevator, as if out of a hypnosis session, I went back to be me and thought "that milks ahiva have caught the milk carton" (pun intended). Of course, I forced my brain to stay a little longer because men would not back down.
the excuse I was going to put my husband not fall, did not I think I did not think ... So he tells me when I say that breakfast Cup has its own life as no of Beauty and the Beast and will not be alone in the dishwasher. But he goes, and he did not think he can remember a fish, he remembered that he had a milk crate in the mercadona trunk. Angela
shoes appeared as though I am messy and disorganized but not presume to high memory and finally remembered that he had saved in my superbolso sick of the damsel to take them out every few minutes.
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