tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080124.post-34527980836458862002007-09-01T13:33:00.000-05:002007-10-17T13:53:41.896-05:00You know you've been married a long time when you have a conversation like the one I had the other morning with my dear husband which went something like this...<br /><br /><blockquote><p>Me, sitting up on the edge of the bed about to start my day. Bone tired, exhausted.<br /><br />Him: <i>Where are you going?</i><br /><br />Me: <i>Going into the bathroom to kill myself.</i><br /><br />Him: <i>Try not to make a mess with the splatter.</i><br /><br />Me: <i>It's okay... I was going to just slash my wrists.</i><br /><br />Him: <i>How about I just smother you with this pillow instead?</i><br /><br />Me: <i>Sure, thanks dear. I love you.</i><br /><br />Him: <i>No problem, honey. I love you too.</i><br /></blockquote><br /><br />Every moment is a Hallmark moment at the Russ household!Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03115002505324651653noreply@blogger.com