I have developed an odd obsession with the Australian Showtime series Satisfaction. It is about sex workers, only tangentially, but yeah, the theme comes up a bit. In this particular episode a wife hires a gal to have an affair with her husband. This will allow him to wander but provide the discretion required for him to obtain political office. The following conversation occurrs:
Me: So like, is that a thing. For your 40th birthday I get a call girl?
Me: Or is that like a silver wedding anniversary thing?
Chris: Oh, is that what it is?
Me: Sure. 25th is hookers and...I don't know...something.
Chris: I see.
I am pretty sure this means we are soul mates. I mean after all, who else could deal with all my crazy (and it is a lot of crazy) and never even pause. It is almost as if he finds my irreverent immaturity endearing. On that note I am off to watch Bridesmaids and get some sleep. Farewell NaBloPoMo.