Sometimes I just revel in the things that come out of MB’s mouth. Little off-hand comments, practically muttered to himself, can sometimes send me into shrieking hysterics. Like today, just now, we’re watching the Chargers play the Tennessee Titans. We’re on offense. Our QB is having a hard time finding his arm today. We’re both feeling frustrated. From next to me on the couch comes a mumbled, “Man …. they’re really porking it to Philip Rivers.”
And I’m gone. Gone. I can’t explain it, really. I’m just gone. Shaking, wiping tears. Then — I don’t know why — I ask, “What is that, exactly? I mean, I know basically, but what is ‘porking’ exactly?”
“Porking is gross lovemaking.”
“So make love, but be gross about it.”
“Right.”
“Okay.”
We are both howling.
He is precious.
🙂 I think the major component of wuvv — twue wuvv is making each other giggle hysterically like little kids, no matter how long you’ve been together. Hubby and I laugh so hard together we cry. And one time, I *almost* wet my britches.
It makes my heart smile to hear these stories!
And by the way, everyone, we won the game! Porking aborted!