Culo Posse

Kim and I caught some sort of stomach bug that pretty much put the kibosh on our whole weekend and made us less than fun to be around. This morning I woke up feeling a little better, but it's pretty much one of those things that you have to ride out until the end.

While we were switching cars at lunch today, the two of us sort of fell into a rather graphic discussion of how we were feeling and what was happening to our systems. At the time it seemed like the most natural topic to talk about, but looking back on it I truly have to say that it's the sort of conversation that only a husband and wife could have.

As she got into the driver's seat to head back to work, I smiled at her and said, "I love it when you talk dirty to me."
    Got a laugh. Good times.