I’ll try to keep this as brief as possible but I tend not to use one word when five will do so bear with me.
Anyway, my future wife did something out of the blue a couple weeks ago that’s just too awesome not to brag about on her about.
For context, she’s a 25yo biochemist so she’s essential and still goes to work every day. I’m a 32yo epidemiologist that’s been working from home going on a month and a half. I like, really miss pants.
Anyway, Thursday before last (I think), I took a break around lunchtime and got really quite high (weed, not actual drugs). As I’m picking my laptop back up, I hear a “BAM BAM BAM” at the door, which naturally, is unlocked. I panic quietly for a second then scramble to hide the weed paraphernalia and cautiously open the door. I slowly poke my head out, praying it’s not a cop or crazy ex.
It’s my girl. Who lives here. ?
I try to play off how high my heartrate just was and say something to the extent of, “Baby you can just you know, come in. You scared the shit out of me. I thought you were either a cop or an ex.” I realize while I’m speaking that was her plan.