at the end of every month, the husband and i try to out-sneak each other to redo the marker board calendar on the fridge. doesn't sound very amusing, i'm sure, but we're bored, dammit. we make up some ridiculous name for the month, like septumbler or jew-lie. he won this month and wrote octubron, complete with umlauts and everything. last night, in a fit brought on by far too much wine, he drew this little picture after adding some numbers to bring the calendar into the month of november:
and that is why i love him.
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