The Husband: He Never Misses A Beat
Chris had to work this weekend and weekend duty always makes me a little bitter. Saturday morning as he was trying to get out the door to a funeral we had this exchange:
L: I don’t think you’re going to work. I think you’re off to see your lover.
C: Well it’s been awhile and he misses me.
I laughed about it every time I missed him, which means I laughed a lot this weekend.
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