Seems to me every strong marriage has some trip from hell story that seems horrid at the time but eventually becomes a story that you all laugh at.
Mine involved a trip to the trip in which I ended up with a broken ankle.
And of course my sympathetic wife absolutely had to stop at a Mexican restaurant for a burrito before taking me to the ER.
Mine involved a trip to the trip in which I ended up with a broken ankle.
And of course my sympathetic wife absolutely had to stop at a Mexican restaurant for a burrito before taking me to the ER.