I'm a clown, I can only play karate, and my master's degree is 2 1 1, so I can't say anything except mystery novels. But the wife said, honey, we live together. You have to understand that only if you can tolerate my shortcomings, we are the most suitable people to love each other. I think it makes sense.
There are suddenly many things in the deserted home. Doll, couple cup, couple slippers. There were many bottles in the bathroom closet, so I had to buy her a dresser to hold her endless lipstick. The refrigerator is covered with cartoon patterns, the living room is hung with beautiful tulle curtains, the bookshelves in the study are gradually filled, and there are pink photo walls.
I'm nervous and looking forward to life together. At first, I always went to bed later than her, because I had rhinitis and occasionally snored for fear that she would dislike me. Later, I found that she slept like a pig and couldn't even hear the wind and thunder outside, so I gradually felt relieved. When I woke up in the morning, the double bed was neither cold nor cold. Either she jumped on me or I hugged her while she was still sleeping. The two men closed their eyes and hugged each other, hitting it off, saying they wanted to sleep for a while. I crave such beauty every day.
None of us can cook, but we will look up recipes and cook dark dishes together. Many times, we waste a lot of ingredients, but we can't get hungry slowly. She washes vegetables, I cut vegetables, and then I cook and she hugs me from behind. I always drive her away with a spatula and tell her to spill oil everywhere. She always hangs on me to cheat.
Later, we saw the real each other. We don't go out all day and don't bother to wash our faces. I don't remember to lock the door when I go to the bathroom. Even if she sneaks in, I won't change my face. I will tell her proudly when I fart, and I will be happy to see her face covering her mouth.