Saturday, January 23, 2016

Satan Must Be Ice Skating

Hubs is a rabid Kentucky basketball fan. Rabid. He and I have just finished a lengthy, rather emotional conversation when he holds up his phone and shows me the game score.

Hubs: I completely forgot there was even a game tonight. That's how invested I was in our conversation.
Me: Oh my god. Are you kidding me? I need to make a plaque or something. This day will go down in history.
Hubs: I know.
Me: This was better than renewing our vows. I mean, if I ever doubted how much you loved me, you just put all that to rest.
Hubs: I know. It won't happen again.

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