This morning before hubby left for work –
Me, in bed: Will you make me toaster waffles?
P: I was going to make you breakfast in bed but I didn’t want to wake you up. It’s the thought that counts, right?
Me: No, it’s the food that counts. It’s always the food.
P: Oh, I thought it was the thought.
Me: We’ve been married three and a half years, how can you not know how much I love food! Food is my hot, hot sex.
P: I wish I was your hot, hot sex.
Me: Yeah, me too.
P: Fuck you , bitch!
Me: You can’t call me a bitch on Valentines day!
P: Bitch, bitch bo bitch, banana fana fo fitch, me mi mo mitch… beeeeyatch.
We are super mature. Happy Valentines day from me and my little family, whom I love very, very much, even though one of them calls me a bitch!
(and it’s clearly not this one!)
nothing ever happens to me 