Wednesday, June 28, 2017

That's Amore

There's a tiny crescent moon.

Me: The moon looks like a fingernail.
Hubs: You know what else looks like a fingernail?
Me: Nope.
Hubs: Your face.
Me: Really?
Hubs: Dear, we've been together for so long that I'm running out. . .
Me: Of insults?
Hubs: Of things to say.

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