One of my favorite memories is of us sitting at my dining room table, flicking a rubber band at each other.
Silly. We were silly together. And it was fun.
I miss that.
And yet, every day, when I get in my dull red car, I want to slam it into his shiny one. Life is like that.
2 years ago
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You know, rubbing a little dog poop on the door handles of his car wouldn't be illegal. LOL
Get well soon.
Caro is wise.
And funny.
This too shall pass.
Yeah. I once threw my keys at the head of the man I love. I don't think the dichotomy is a problem. (I missed, thank goodness.)
Caro, a picture!! I don't know any dogs, but that imagery does make me laugh, and it would be less damaging to MY car as well.
DGB, oh will it? I want to believe you...
K, thank you. It's good to know that couples that are TOGETHER even have the dichotomy.
And good to know I'm not nuts, I paused before hitting publish on this short post.
You guys are great.
I have yet to do anything REALLY terrible to my husband, though the urge is often there.
Though I have been known to "spit" in his sandwich when I'm really cranky early in the morning and trying to pack his lunch.
(It's more noise than saliva and it makes me feel just a little better)
Since you don't have a dog, sardines work pretty well.
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