why i love my husband

true love is sitting on the couch for six hours and complaining about each others' movie choices.
true love is laughing loudly and comparing us to slugs, sliming on the pavement, wallowing.
true love is cooking kettle corn, and painting with watercolors, and drinking beer.
true love is doing your laundry.
true love is badmouthing coworkers in the basement, door shut tightly, whispering to avoid outsiders.
true love is whining when you play the guitar too loudly.
true love is smelling feet.
true love is when you steal my car and secretly fill it up with gas.
true love is recycling.
true love is simultaneous exercising, painfully, so that no one feels like mowing the lawn.
true love is sweet tea, a jammed disposal, and moldy bath-tiles.

1 comment:

K-ren said...

it's so refreshing!!!!!!