I have to share this text.

My husband just sent me before we get into our follow-up Thursday, which, by the way,

we're getting an update on the woman.

She was convinced her sister was going to try and steal our thunder with a dual baby shower.

Did she go through with her or not?

We're going to find out here shortly and get caught up.

But here is what my darling husband, who I've been with for almost 20 years,

here's what he texted me this morning during the show while I'm working.

I love you, comma, but, uh-oh, dot, dot, dot.

Would anybody like to finish that sentence?

Sure, yeah, that's fun. That's fun. No. No. Actually.

Like, can we take guesses? Sure. Okay. Ready? I'll give you just like a basis. There's something

I am doing at the house, all right? That is annoying the living daylights out of him. and he wants me to rectify my behavior.

It's nothing.

I would not consider this a major offense.

I would consider this a minor offense

but apparently I'm doing it repetitively,

repeatedly.

There's the word I was looking for.

I'm doing it repeatedly, which is driving him

crazy. I will use the same for you that's driving me crazy about Amanda, her leaving one square

of toilet paper left. It's not totally empty. It's just one square, which is as maddening as empty.

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