I've been married for thirteen years. Been together with my husband for 20. Needless to say, we know each other pretty well.
So well, that there's a new brand of romance in this house.
Not exactly Harlequin material, but more along the lines of fourth grade sleep away camp.
We tell a lot of poopie jokes. We make a lot of inappropriate innuendos.
He may not bring me flowers, but he does make me laugh until my stomach hurts.
And I really wouldn't have it any other way.