Saturday morning I said to Brian, "Let's skip church tomorrow and drive to California and hang out at the beach all day." Agreeably, he said, "Okay." I then said, "Then I need to get a pedicure so my toes will look cute in the sand." Unfortunately, we didn't get to the beach because while I was having my pedicure, he got a phone call that made him commit to being at church. Darn that responsible husband of mine! Oh well, at least my heels are soft and my toenails are cute.
Sunday morning, sitting in church, I whispered into Brian's ear, "Thank you for putting up with my craziness."
He whispered back, "It seems normal if you have to deal with it every day."
Can't argue with that.
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