Bambi Blitz desperackie środki: Prośba kochającej żony do napalonego szefa

I knew something wasn't right with my husband. He'd been quieter than usual, leaving the dinner table early, staring at his phone like it held the answer to every problem he'd ever faced.

At first I chomped it up to stress, but when I heard him whispering in the garage about "getting that dough," I knew. He was about to be fired. And of course he wasn't going to tell me until the axe had already fallen.

I knew something wasn't right with my husband. He'd been quieter than usual, leaving the dinner table early, staring at his phone like it held the answer to every problem he'd ever faced.

Hi, how are you?

Oh, hey, how you been?