It’s turned chilly here in the land of sunshine and citrus. And by chilly I mean low to mid-70s with a very cool biting breeze. It’s brutal. Don’t be a Judgy Judgerson.
I got out my favorite fleece hoodie earlier in the week. Mr. R., being much manlier than I, just dug out a microfiber pullover last night. We had this conversation this morning.
Mr. R.: I’m not worried, I’m in danger. (very anxious look)
Me: Why? What’s wrong?
He: I’m in danger of you taking this pullover away from me. I love it so much.
Me: *eyeroll* I would never take your jacket from you.
He: It’s like the hugs of a thousand angels.
Me: Well when you put it like that…