I don’t talk about MQD an awful lot here. In part because we are happy and functional. And that is neither funny nor interesting. And when I do it is to occasionally mention that he might not find me hilarious in some moment or another. Now this might give you the impression that he is not particularly funny. When actually he slays me on the regular. And roughly half of the time he does it on purpose.
The other night in a moment of classic MQD and Kelly interaction we were having a semi-silent faceoff regarding the television. I watch horrendous, awful TV often. Or rather when I watch television it is often horrendous. So I do my damnedest to not attempt to defend my viewing habits EVER and to make an effort to occasionally flip off the tube and entertain the old chap. After all he was married to me for all of about ten minutes before I got all pregnant and cry-y and wanting to eat ice cream and watch romantic comedies. The least I can do is let him hold the remote. Or gasp, turn off the TV if that is his desire. Continue reading
Excitement on the side 