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. Read the rest of this entry
While lying in bed, exhausted, nauseous, and useless this first trimester, I said to my husband, “You know how in the movies when a woman is in labor she’s screaming, crushing her husband’s fingers and shouting, ‘You did this to me!'”
“Yes,” he replied with a healthy amount of caution.
“Just in case I’m too busy or I forget, I’ll say it now: You did this to me!”
He said, Read the rest of this entry
Nearing dinner time, my husband walked into the bedroom and discovered me wrapped in a blanket, with a book in my hands. He prudently announced that he would make dinner.
Out in the kitchen, our eight-year-old asked him, “What’s for dinner?”
He said, “Sausage.”
“How do you know? Did mom tell you?” Read the rest of this entry
The realization occurred to me suddenly that my husband will soon be turning 38. “My gosh! You’re almost 40?!” I exclaimed, very charitably.
“Don’t worry, honey. It’s two years away. . . Read the rest of this entry