My husband and I cherish each quiet moment alone, as with four children and strange work schedules, those moments are few and far between.
This afternoon, he gazed lovingly into my eyes and cradled my cheek in his palm. He opened his mouth to speak. My heart beat faster in anticipation of the love I knew he was about to proclaim.
"You have a weakness of the parasympathetic nervous system," he said.
Did I mention he's an iridologist (the science of diagnosing ailments through markings in the iris of the eye)?
Romance isn't dead -- it's just easily distracted.
4 comments:
This made me chuckle, Tristi. But at least you have your own doctor in the house. That must be reassuring.
Ha, ha! Great delivery!
LOL--that is hilarious. I shared it with my husband and we both had a good laugh.
Oh my. I can totally picture the whole thing. That's just hilarious!
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