Monday, July 6, 2015

Nursing home. Humor.


This evening, I apologized for my lame joke.
He said, "Honey, you're not lame. I am."

I gave him a t-shirt for Father's Day that reads:
"Trophy Husband."
It's his new favorite shirt.

When I say "I'm home," I mean I've come to hang out 
in the bed next to him 
for however many hours of the day I can.

Funny how love translates 
into
gypsy life.

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