Sometimes I think that Hubster and I share thoughts. We both say some pretty random things, or express the exact same comments about situations. This exchange, referencing “Bootylicious” by Destiny’s Child, reached a new level. We were getting ready to do our nightly P90X workout. I was waiting for Hubster to finish putting his shoes on.
Me, thinking to myself: I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly. Wait – where did that come from? That’s a little too random. I don’t think I’m going to say it.
**Literally, less than five seconds pass.**
Hubster: “I’m not ready for this jelly.”
Me: “HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
I think we’re as compatible as two people could possibly be.
