My husband called a while ago to check in with "the love of his life." Awwww, isn't that sweet? Well, yes it is sweet. But it's also so highly unlike him that I feel the need to take his temperature when he gets home from work.
Don't get me wrong, he's a very sweet guy, but not...shall we say, overly effusive? He's sweet in ways like knowing I don't sleep well (if ever) he got silk sheets for my birthday to try to make me more comfortable. He's thoughtful. But calling to check in with the "love of his life?" Not so much.
Maybe it's like when he ate salad and he was going for shock value. Still, I think when he gets home I'll check his temperature....
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