Pray She Isn’t A Woodchopper

(My husband and I are approaching our fifth anniversary.)

Me: “What do you want to do for our anniversary? Five years, babe!”

(I hear him giggling while looking at his laptop.)

Me: “What?”

(He continues giggling.)

Me: “What is it?”

Husband: “The fifth anniversary gift… it’s wood.”

Me: “You are such an adult.”