| Romantic | September 7, 2012

(My husband and I are laying around on the couch one day. It’s a hot June in Georgia, and I’m 8 months pregnant with our first baby.)

Me: *sweating* “Why did you have to get me pregnant around Halloween, so that I would be a whale in this disgusting heat!”

Husband: *without taking his eyes off the TV* “I did it so you’d be able to wear normal costumes this Halloween, and not be to poofy to fit in anything.”

Me: “… that’s the nicest, most considerate insult I think I’ve even received.”

Husband: “I try.”

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