On Christmas Day when we were having a pre-movie quick dinner at Mos Burger
Me: Hey, I’m surprised that you didn’t order fries.
Him: I don’t like their fries.
Me: Why not?
Him: I just never did like their fries.
Me: Why? I love their fries. Maybe you only like skinny fries.
Him: Yes, I have a thing for skinny fries.
Me: Oh hur hur, very funny. Well, it’s a good thing that I like fat fries then.
Him: That’s why we are here having this conversation.
Me: And what a stimulating conversation it is!
On the night of Boxing Day, while watching The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson. We are laughing uproariously…
Me: (lets out a tiny fart) Damn! Pregnancy is so unglamorous. I keep having these little farts these days when I laugh.
Him: It’s okay. That’s what I do to you too.
Me: THE FUCK?!?!
Him: You mean you never noticed?
Me: You are such an arsehole.
Happy 12th anniversary to my love.
This time next year, it will be you, me and a little somebody.
In the meantime, I am happy to have had you all to myself for the past 12 years.