He cracks himself up
Last night, I came home and started doing what’s becoming a nearly every day occurrence: looked at wedding crap online.
*Yesterday, I did almost work myself into a panic attack at the thought of getting married but I’ll talk about that later…
R comes in the room and is looking over my shoulder, per usual, in his “I’m not that interested, okay, maybe a little” way.
I started wondering what R would wear, I mean, I know what I’m going to wear. A white dress, duh. Okay, fine, ivory. Yellow?
I was trying to get a picture of R in my head. Beach weddings can run the gamut on the guys end and let’s not even get into all the various attire sailors can wear…
Me: Honey, what are you going to wear to our wedding?
R: My artificial leg.
Sigh.
P.S. No, R doesn’t have an artificial leg but he can’t seem to stop talking about them since watching this. Back to work. Month end. Save me.