My loving husband.

The guy who will be interrupted during his workday by some brilliant but a little wacky idea his wife just thought of and had to tell him right away before she forgot about it.

The same fellow who will not delete the message I send him about it, but actually replies. And never writes “you’re nucking futs” out loud. Even though he may be thinking so.

I’m a little impressed and a lot grateful for him. And slightly paranoid that he just knows how to play off of my neuroses after all these years, resulting in mushy posts like these. Hey, wait a second…

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