Last night, I looked at husband wearing his free beer tee shirt, flannel pajama pants, black socks and leather sandals. And then he looked at me wearing my too tight yoga pants pulled up all the way under my armpits cause it makes me feel like my tummy is flatter that way and nothing but an old bra on top. And then we looked at our kids, one sleeping with their finger up their nose and one wearing inside out Star Wars underpants so they could get another day out of them.
We locked eyes and I held up my finger to my mouth and said...shhhhhh. Walked over to the kitchen's ipod speaker/player thing and put this song on. That's right. I love you just the same baby. Now shuffle those sandals over here and let's dance until the elastic on my pants snaps.