Next weekend will be productive; it’ll really have to be. But for now, a few responses from the husband…glad we’re still in the honeymoon phase of our relationship, or something:
During our attempt at studying together, spoken in monotone, all words in the same breath: “I-love-you-more-shut-up.”
“You make me unproductive. Slow as molasses in January, enjoying your company or some such bullshit.”
John, you take my breath away with your compliments.