It was Sunday morning. I was still trying to wake up but wasn’t inspired. I hadn’t had my coffee yet, so I was grumpy and sluggish.
Then my husband yelled “What?!” “Oh my god!” He careens out of bed–buck-naked, like his balls are on fire.
I was now wide-awake, no coffee needed. “To what do we owe this man dance au natural?” I asked.
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Until next time, the mothership is signing off.