I sweartogawd there are some days when Paul's only staying with me for the sake of the cats.
So the 30th Valentine's Day I've shared with my honey began with me wandering downstairs with a case of bed head best described as near terminal, wearing a flannelette nightie best described as birth control in cloth form, and a pair of gray men's work socks because darn it, the floors are cold downstairs in the morning.
And I know you're thinking, well, it can't get much worse than THAT, right?
Oh, but you would be so wrong.
Because right at the moment I was about to sit down at the table for breakfast, I let out one of those big honking sneezes.
"You wouldn't think one person could make this much snot," I said cheerfully.
.:Cough:. Ewwwwwwwwwwwww. .:Cough:.
There was one of those pauses. I'm guessing the spousal unit was quickly going over the basic clauses of the marriage pact, looking to see if there was a "get out of jail free card" offered for situations such as this.
"Happy Valentine's to you, too," he finally said, said he, cracking me up big time.
Good thing I married a guy with a sense of humour, huh?
Good thing we're both so attached to those cats.
There has been an outpouring of sympathy for the plight of one small moose. The incredibly cute and deeply talented Paul of Rilting fame has even made a button for the Do It For The Moose Campaign.
Here's where the instructions are on how to get it.
Want to delve into my sordid past?
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