For my 150th post, enjoy my much sillier versions of some of my pairs’ best moments.

“We can put the couch cushion on the floor like when we were kids. It’ll be fun. All you gotta do is shine my shoes, maybe take out the trash.” 

“We don’t get to choose who we love.”

“Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower somewhat less attractive now that she’s all corpsified and gross.“

“Dig it in there Mr. Sp–thank you Yeoman, that’s sufficient.”