Often the DH doesn’t think I’m funny, but sometimes…
This morning I followed him downstairs, opened the door to the driveway (yes, we have neighbors in our suburban paradise) and yelled — really loud — “Leave. Go to work. Get the h*&l out of here and you better not come back before 11:00 tonight.”
He was grinning like a fool when he got into his truck.
Two fools in paradise.:p

