JHubbs and I have been married for one year and three months. Interpret accordingly.
I love you honey, but eventually, hearing about each others workday starts to feel like this:
Waking up and being the first one to get to the Thai food leftovers.
We pull off inside jokes like this:
How I wish JHubbs approached my cooking:
How JHubbs actually approaches my cooking:
How I feel when I come home to JHubbs.
How JHubbs feels when he comes home to me (unverified):
What compromise in marriage really looks like.
What “arguments” are like when one of us is a little fussy
but then slowly realizes how ridiculous it is to be mad about someone
putting the chicken in the fridge without plastic wrap over it. (Guilty.)
And finally, how I feel about my marriage most of the time:
(And yes, we have the perfect cat like this:)