My kids are at the age where they ask questions they can’t google the answers to. It was like, the second they found google, they stopped needing me for shit.
Wait… how many years have we been married? I don’t know? Seven? Eight? Oh my God, eight, this year is eight, shit. We totally missed the window for our seven year itches! If year seven is an itch, then eight is a rash. Sometimes it’s helpful to think of marriage as a sexually transmitted disease […]