Working out of the home office today...if only to soak up a few more sacred minutes with my husband while the children are secured and occupied at school. You know how you have a select few people interwoven into your inner fabric who really get you? And not only do they get you they like you? That rules. It rules supreme when it happens to be somebody you have married. In the background The Best of I Love the 80's blathers on and we laugh knowingly and agree that the 80s were fucking weird man. And I continue to split my mind between the work I must get through and the satiating effects of laughing. Speaking of laughing, every Monday morning I go here: DYAC because it makes me laugh so hard I cry and thusly I start my week out doubled over with laughter which, in turn, (I surmise) makes me less of a dick. I like to believe that to be true in any case.
THESE make me laugh so hard it hurts:
THESE make me laugh so hard it hurts:
I'm glad I don't have such a feature.
I'm also glad the two of you get to enjoy some "you time," & each others' company. Ain't marriage grand?