So yesterday Garrett and I were hanging out and Munch was just sitting on the floor staring at us. The next sentence out of Garrett's mouth made me realize why I married this man. He proclaimed, "Munch really is the cutest dog in the whole world." While I wanted to rip his clothes off right there, I just smiled and nodded. We've had Munch for nearly 4 years now and to this day, I still always tell Garrett to "look at him, look how cute he looks." Garrett then tells me that his brain is swelling up from the overload of cuteness and if I ask him to look at the cuteness again, he will be dead, killed by cuteness. This is a senseless post but I'm just feeling a little senseless today...it is Friday afterall.
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