Good times with the husband

Hubs and I got separated at Walmart. When we found each other again, we both had on a giant bear head hat.

So imagine this bear’s head on our heads. But pretend it’s not creepy.

We’d come across the display separately, weighed the pros and cons of “who knows who’s had their head in this thing” vs. “gosh, it would be funny” and decided funny won. We saw each other, froze, and immediately cracked up. Recently he had a bad cold. Knowing that there’s always a peak day to any illness, when he left for work one morning, I said with a big, encouraging smile, “I hope this is your worst day!”

He paused in the doorway and looked at me. “This is the only instance in which that could possibly be a nice thing to say.”

Who loves you, baby?