Last night, Adam and I were discussing a few serious subjects...diapers, hail, helicopters. You know, really important stuff. One thing leads to another and we're talking about our relationship, in a sweet and nostalgic kind of way.
Then, in a way that only Adam could do because he's really good at keeping it real, he compares our relationship to two monkeys picking fleas off of each other. And I laughed. Because it was true, metaphorically of course. And I found it endearing. Suck that Princess Kate. I don't need your romantic fairy tale story. I have my own!