"Go away, I'm reading." This is my usual response when reading these books...rude. But I'm obsessed and don't want to be bothered.
"Did you hear me laughing downstairs?"
"No, I was reading. I can't really hear anything."
"Come downstairs for a second."
"No. I'm reading. I'll just watch it in the morning." Thinking it was one of the 5 million stupid/usually funny videos he makes me watch.
"Seriously, come down here for one second. PLEASE."
When I got down to the computer, my husband started giggling...and this is what I saw:
...... I have no words. :: blank stare::
I had children with this guy...
And of course I bust out laughing like an idiot.
"Chikezie, what the hell is wrong with you?" He's still laughing, flipping through the pictures.
"I'm posting these on my blog. They need to be shared with the world. People need to see these."
He stopped laughing for a moment. "Ok!"
As freaking strange as this man is, he is equally as hilarious. If laughter is what it takes to make a marriage last forever, I'm afraid I'm stuck with this crazy.