I don’t know what the heck got into me.
We had gotten the kids off to school, we were out and about getting errands done together, we were being productive.
And I couldn’t stop being a pain in the butt. I was teasing, and annoying and bickering. I rolled a shopping cart over his foot on purpose. Twice. I kept pulling things just out of his reach when he was trying to load them into the truck.
I was being a total butthead. And it was funny.
And he just took it. Rolled his eyes. Smirked that handsome smirk a couple of times. Let out a puff of frustration a time or two. But he remained calm, and for the MOST part, unreactive.
He knows better than to feed my sense of humor when I’m in a mood like that.
And then, out of left field, he zings me. Completely zings me.
We’re at the check out counter at Lowes and he grabs all of our purchases but a broom as he starts walking out towards the door.
I said, “Do you want me to get this?” and picked up the broom.
“Yeah,” he said as he walked away, “You can just ride that out to the truck.”
The cashier started snickering.
So I locked him out of the Truck and made him stand there until I felt better.
A match made in heaven, yes sirree.