Here’s a scene from last night. This happened.
Husband: “What are you doing?”
Me, while jogging around the dining room table: “I’m a little freaked out by myself right now. I think this is like running.”
Him: “Yes, what you are doing right there is jogging.”
Me: “Yeah, I don’t know what the fuck it is but I think I kind of like it and that’s really uncomfortable.”
Me: “Yeah, I know. Just walk away.”
WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME.