I’m sitting on the sofa, feet propped up on the ottoman, right next to the Husband’s. My laptop (or iPad) is propped on my lap. The Husband is watching TV and has his hand on my leg. It’s a small gesture of affection, but it’s a big comfort.
Suddenly, in the middle of his high-drama episode of CSI I start laughing. Instead of getting annoyed, the Husband asks what is so funny; and I begin to tell him about my response to this post on The Liebers:
His response: “This post needs a little bit more anal-ysis….Cheeky”.
By this time I’m giggling like a schoolgirl.
Then he starts quoting 40 Year Old Virgin:
…and now my stomach hurts from laughter.