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.”

Him:  “…”

Me:  “Yeah, I know.  Just walk away.”

 

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME.