I was changing into a tank top and pajama bottoms in the bedroom when the beau came running into the room and somersaulted onto the bed to say hi. I seized this prime opportunity to pick up the socks I’d just peeled off my feet and lunge at him in a demented attempt to jam them into his face. This led to a wrestling match over sock possession that caused me to roll off of the bed onto the floor, where I started giggling so hard that I farted.1 After a series of halfhearted attempts to tickle each other, he collapsed into breathless spasms of laughter and gasped, “My face hurts.” “Your face hurts because it’s so ugly that you broke it,” I replied, and we both started shrieking with laughter again.
I understand that most people don’t approach their marriages as if they are still in the third grade, but it seems to work for us.
1 Aren’t you ever so glad you decided to actually read this?