The husband made a funny on Saturday afternoon. It's somewhat obscene, so take the jump if you're interested.

Mom, you should not take the jump. So, we're weird. We actually had to go to the mall on Saturday to run errands.

This being the Christmas season, we, of course, were forced to mix and mingle with more than a few lumbering, self-absorbed, ass crack-scratching idiots during our trek around the mall. By the time we were done, we were cranky and exhausted.

Have I mentioned that we've been reading the Harry Potter books lately? Well, we have. I've gotten through all of them, but the husband is currently on number five. We've both enjoyed them tremendously.

As we waited for the bus, I made the observation that I felt like dementors had sucked my soul right out of me.

The husband laughed and said he understood the feeling. We chatted a bit about what sort of a patronus you'd need to keep the mall dementors away and the husband, quick as ever, said he would want his patronus to take the form of a big, rubber dild0.

But, he qualified, it would have to make a loud "thwack" sound every time it hit someone or it wouldn't be nearly as satisfying.

This is yet another example, my devoted Cake Eater Readers, of why I love this man.

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