Husband Mocks Old Egg Wife Bought at Flea Market, So She Asked Him to Open It
I’ve always loved flea markets. There’s just something magical about hunting through forgotten things — every item has a story. My husband, Greg? Not so much. He calls it “buying other people’s junk.” Still, he comes with me sometimes, mostly for the snacks. That Saturday, we were browsing through the usual mix of mismatched silverware…
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