So last night, I was feeling particularly lovey-dovey-fuzzy while Coleman and I were watching tv, so I took it upon myself to tell him a few things that I liked about him. Things like, “You’re funny”, “Thanks for doing the laundry today”, “I’m thankful that you work so hard to provide for us”, etc.
When I was done listing a few gushy things like that, I smiled and cuddled up against Coleman’s shoulder. I guess he felt obligated to say a few nice things about me, too, as evidenced by the fact that he started his sentence with a very long “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” as he tried to think of something to say in return.
“Oh boy!” I thought to myself. “I wonder what nice things he’ll say about me? We are so in love. What a perfect couple! Look at us, snuggling here, watching tv, saying nice things about each other. Could my marriage be any more perfect?!”
Uh huh.
“Uhhhhhhhhh… I don’t like the bird houses that you put in the living room as a decoration, but I do like the plants you bought for that table,” Coleman started, pointing at the plants I bought two years ago.
Thanks?
“I liked that one time when you dressed like a homeless woman, but you didn’t realize it,” he continued.
“What?!” I asked, surprised. I don’t remember that time.
“And that one time in college when you tried wearing your hair that new way, and I asked you if a special ed kid styled it. That was funny! And the time–”
“Ok,” I interrupted. “That’s enough. Thanks, though.”
Yes. The perfect marriage, indeed.
At least we can laugh at each other, right?
Jillian Wyatt 
omg. That is way too familiar. how about, “I think it’s funny when you go to bed with wet hair and you look like a little kid when you wake up”
that’s after I thank him for being such a great husband and provider. haha, oh well.
ha! i was looking for one of your older posts and found this one. made me cry laugh. sigh. funny funny. :)