Chad and I are laying in bed, winding down after a long day of Chad doing all the chores while I work on getting bedsores all day long. (Tendon surgery is not made for active folks.) He's reading what I can only assume is a vampire novel while I play on my phone and I suddenly feel his eyes on me.
Me: What? Did you fart?
Chad: Noooo. I was smiling at you because I love you.
Me: Then why did you have your 'I just farted' look on?
Chad: THIS is my fart look.
Me: So then my question is why does your fart face look exactly like your "I love my wife' face?
Farty: Because I feel love during both of those faces.
This marriage just keeps getting more romantic every year.
The latest foot picture:

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