Me to Husband: Something smells fishy in the house. It’s like if you swam in a lake fishy kind of smell. What the hell is that?
Husband to Me: Maybe you need to douche.
Me: Runs up and jumps on his back while playfully pretending to strangle him. Goes back to sit on couch.
Me: I’m serious though. The house really does have a light fishy smell.
Husband: Then, close your legs.
Me: You asshole!
Me: Playfully pretends to strangle husband again. Honest. He really is still alive.
What it ended up being was that the hummingbird hadn’t been flushing her toilet and left the lid open with lots of pee. Gag!
The hummingbird is in summer camp and we have the house to ourselves all day. We went out to lunch and came back home. It was only 1 pm so we had four more hours to kill and spend together.
Me: What should we do for the rest of the day?
A wide open opportunity to get some down and dirty time. Oooh la la.
Husband: I’m going to watch some You Tube videos on how to fertilize the yard.
Me: Yeah, I think I’m going to read for a while.
And, this is what (21 years of) marriage looks like.