This weekend, my husband complimented me on my ability to feign enthusiasm during my structured time with Conor.
WAY TO GO CONOR, YOU’RE DOING GREAT ON LEVEL THREE!!! WHOOP WHOOP!! LEVEL THREE IS THE PLACE TO BE!! ALL RIGHT, GIVE IT UP BUDDY! GOOOOO CONOR! WHOOP WHOOP high five
After catching my eye, he smiled and wondered aloud if I’m good at feigning enthusiasm in, ahem, other parts of my life.
“No, baby, I never have to feign enthusiasm with you,” I replied, giving him a kiss. “I’m not that good an actress anyway.”
“As long as you don’t start yelling “whoop whoop”, I’ll be ok,” he chuckled.
“WAY TO GO JIM! WORK IT, BABY. WAY TO BE ON LEVEL THREE, YOU GO BUDDY, WHOOP WHOOP!” high five