This week me and Kylee got into our first bad fight(that is a relative term). It wasn't anyone's fault and no one needed to take the blame. I guess it all started with the hair dryer. Kylee understands that i really don't like hair dryers, this is made relevant every time she cooks me with it as i walk by the bathroom when she gets ready. The big deal was that the laundry didn't get dried enough so I brought it home wet and set it up around the room to dry( I know that was stupid but hey, I'm a guy). It all came down to who had to use the hair dryer to dry off the rest of the clothes. Some how I always lose when it comes down to that.
So there I was making angry sounds in the bedroom over the noise of the dryer, while Kylee worked on her homework. The wonderful thing though about being married to Kylee is that I can't be angry at her. I can get frustrated at the clothes and that horrible hair dryer, but after five minutes of blowing hot air(literally), my heart slaps me across the face and says, "hey, don't forget that you got lucky enough to marry the girl of your dreams."
Everyone at the wedding said don't go to bed angry. With Kylee that will never be a problem.
-Jake, yes i wear the apron in this relationship! and the pants