After observing my husband’s newfound slenderness, a friend inquired how I’d convinced him to diet. I confessed, “I sneaked our son’s shorts into his underwear drawer.”
I’ve never experienced marriage, but I can only imagine. I once endured a stone in my shoe for ten hours.
“Imagine we were on a sinking ship, and there’s only one life vest… I can’t express how much I’d miss you.”
Wife: “Use your words to undress me. I dare you.” Husband: “There’s a massive spider on your bra.”
Terrorism doesn’t faze me. I’ve been married for years.
