I just wrote a rhyming email to my wife, where the last two lines were, "That rhyme is strong. Just like my dong." It made me giggle and I hope it made her giggle, too.
And then it hit me-- she's the only lady in our house of 3 dudes. And we three dudes aren't girly dudes, either. We fart and pick our noses and all of us clog the toilets and have to plunge and our feet and pits stink and we belch. Loudly. A lot.
And I thought, maybe my wife would enjoy a little more estrogen around the house.
Then I thought about her last belch. It shattered windows. Our roof suffered internal damage. The dog died. And we don't even have a dog.
I think she's okay.
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