This is why . . .

I adore my husband -- look at him go for that bubble!

I don't know anyone else so in touch with the inner child as Miseur D.

True he's always beating me at dominoes, forcing me to eat cookies and pies, joining me in the world's best art museums, whistling childhood songs or Indian tunes, finding me hats at vintage shops and petting my hair when I'm bluey, but I guess he's alright.


Look at him get that French man's bubble!

Thanks for a bon journee, D. This marriage of ours is smashing so far.

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