I was in the car today with Dear Husband, coming home from a quick trip to the grocery store. It’s been the kind of day when you want to stay inside, curled up by the fireplace, reading a book or napping. It’s gray and rainy, and we’re still recovering from our wonderful Thanksgiving, but not quite ready to be rushing around in the world.
\nI said to DH that I probably don’t tell him enough that I love him. I was thinking how good it was of him to go with me to the store, when neither of us really wanted to be out. He responded that it was probably the same for him.
\nI told him that when you’ve been married as long as we have, a woman enjoys hearing a gushing vow of love from her husband now and then.
\nHe made a noise that sounded like the last bit of a shake being sucked up through a straw. “No, Dear. That’s not what I was looking for. That was a SLURP, not a gush. You need to work on your definitions.”
\nI’ll be endlessly entertained by him, until the day I hit him with a cast iron fry pan! *G*<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I was in the car today with Dear Husband, coming home from a quick trip to the grocery store. It’s been the kind of day when you want to stay inside, curled up by the fireplace, reading a book or … Continue reading