I wonder this often, not sure if I think about this more or less than my super hot husband. I am sure he only thinks about it when it hits him in the face like a ton of bricks. He can be whistling a happy tune when all of sudden, out of no where, with little warning, "Houston, we have a problem!!!" He puts up with me and my antics with patience (bless his heart) and love and possibly...lots of alcohol.
Tonight's Assignment? How to Live...and then some.
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