Last night, before bed, Stu and I had a "deep" convo about how our life is going to change with this new semester. It ended and then went something like this...
me: "Why are you so perfect?"
goonie: "Nooo, I'm not perfect."
me: "Yes, you are."
goonie: "Correction: I have stinky toots."
me: "Perfectly stinky toots."
goonie: briefly ponders, "You are right. I am perfect."
There you have it ladies and gents,
I have the perfect husband.