Lord knows this is not the sort of thing guys brag about. But my wife and I have a ridiculously happy marriage. Really, it's almost disgusting.
We paw each other in public. We goof around like a pair of simpletons. We basically act like giddy newlyweds in the middle of happy hour. Sometimes we'll do something so revolting, like sitting on the couch and drawing smiley faces on the bottoms of each other's feet, that we're forced to make hacking, gagging noises to maintain our dignity. Actually, this happened just last week.
The first rule of Super-Happy Couplehood: You do not talk about the disgusting mechanics of Super-Happy Couplehood. Not the way this dude does it, anyway. From the looks of it, I'll bet he's headed back to marriage counseling in another year or two.
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