Another fairly good idea of myself and my husband, as a married couple:
First of all, we just haven't had to turn on the AC this year. It has been shockingly pleasant. (JUNE 1, I TELL YOU!! TEXAS!!) Well, this week has been far more humid and a much stronger test. But we have a bitchin' floor fan (thanks, mom and dad!) and that makes sleeptime possible.
So last night I was trying to relax and read Potter #5 and the fan was trying to lull me to sleep. My shoulder was aching, probably from the pain of going back to work after three days off. My job is not physical in the slightest; my rage was just manifesting itself in my shoulder. So my wonderful husband rubbed my shoulder for me and in a funny moment decided to write words on my back. We did an animal, a country, and then there was a long pause where we each tried to think of a good category that wouldn't be too easy.
"Diseases!" I said.
"Uh, I was going to say 'cartoon characters,'" my husband said.
And that's us, folks.
And just to really go over the edge, my dad sent me this and I just about died laughing. Each one more spectacular than the next. Who says men's fashion is dull?