Dear Mike,
I really love you tons, but not AS much when you leave the wrappers of THREE bandaids all over the sink for me to find this morning. Were you drunk when shaving? I know I should be concerned about your loss of blood, but I am more worried that you could not find the trash 10 inches down from the sink counter.
Also, please change the alarm tone on your new phone. The current one makes me want to throw babies.
Your ever adoring wife,
Meaghan