re: #138 Barefoot Grin

Unfortunately, in a house with 16yo and 13yo boys, I’m still the boy with the cheesy meat stains on his shirt. But, yes, our mutual foibles only become part of the language that keeps us deeply in love.

Half an hour ago, I looked at Mrs. FBW and said, “I’m hungry for that bag of potato chips we don’t have.”

She looked at me and said, “I know, right?”