#the manfellow

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My husband, emerging from the shower: "You can't find anything resembling 'boyshorts' in the men's section. It's like that flower that imitates a type of bee that no longer exists."

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Ah, marriage...

(Watson and Wooster are our cats; the exchange started while I was taking Watson on his morning walk.)

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Love is offering your partner the tasty crumbs at the bottom of the chip bag, and love is your partner looking at you with tenderness after wolfing said crumbs because they recognize the offer as an act of love

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My husband, a 29-year-old man, recently learned how to raise one eyebrow (rather than both simultaneously), so he can deliver a proper quizzical look. I’m very proud of him. Then, tonight, he confessed this to me:

“I figured out how to do it while having an argument in my head about the bourgeoisie. Now, if I want to raise one eyebrow... I have to think about capitalism.”

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the hardest I have ever laughed, and I mean EVER, was this one time I was telling my husband that my jaw sometimes dislocates for no reason and jokingly threatened to unhinge my jaw and swallow his entire head

and 

he looked at me with such horror and alarm in his eyes 

that for a second i was sure he actually thought I’d do it

(turns out he was just afraid I’d accidentally dislocate my jaw again for the joke) and I’m not sure why that was so funny to me, but it was, and 20 minutes later I was still crying with laughter and I hurt all over and even now if I think about his face in that moment for too long I lose it all over again

I thought he thought I was secretly Snake Wife 

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Sometimes I take sneaky videos of my husband being adorably excited about Doing A Science

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My husband just told me “Every meal you make feels like a celebration”

and it’s maybe the nicest thing anyone could possibly say about my cooking

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This evening, the Manfellow and I have been taking turns reading to each other out of my favorite Star Trek book/one of my all-time favorite books, period, “How Much for Just the Planet.” We’re both doing voices, and frequently pausing for paroxysms of laughter. 

We picked it up today in a little independent bookshop in a nearby town, after getting dirty chai. When I spotted it and made excited noises (having not read the book in years and misplaced my copy), he said, “When I’m in a bookstore, I’m looking for excuses to buy things, not reasons.” 

Not only is a fantastic partner me for today, he’s a partner Bookworm Middle School Me and Trekkie High School Me would’ve swooned over too. 

I’m incandescently happy, and impossibly lucky.