Before leaving on his camping trip, my husband left me a note about fiscal responsibility and his perception of my lack of it and how annoyed he is with me. Him? With me? Oh, no you didn't.
This note was ALMOST as good as the note he left me a few years ago, written on a used paperplate, which said... "Happy Birthday. We are out of milk. Love, Tim."
I could do without finding anymore of his little memos, thanks anyway. Now I am annoyed that he left his little missive as he was heading out the door. This does not make me miss him this weekend!