This afternoon DW and I went out to do some last-minute Christmas shopping and decided to get lunch at a local restaurant. Walking across some treacherous-looking ice she grabbed my hand, I thought, for assurance and support in the event she slipped on the ice.
Then she said "If I go down you're going with me."
So much for chivalry and romance.
I guess that's what happens after 20+ years of marriage.
Then she said "If I go down you're going with me."
So much for chivalry and romance.
I guess that's what happens after 20+ years of marriage.