Getting dinner the other night, I lost my train of thought.
"What am I doing?" I mumbled to myself.
"I ask myself that all the time," my husband said.
"You ask yourself what you are doing?" I said, a bit absentmindedly.
"Nope. I ask myself what you are doing," he shot back with a grin.
Is it any wonder that I love that man?
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