Why I love him

Yesterday was a long day.
It was one of those, "I am so ready for this day to be over- what? It's not even 10 am yet? Grrreat." sorta days.
It was a mumbly,grumbly,pumbly sorta day.
It was one of those days where no matter what you do I say, irrationality Is sure to follow.
Well, more for Joe.
It was just a slow day with too much to do that involved others who are bad at communicating.

So, anyways. After a lovely morning at the dog park (which I have had a renewed faith in), we came home for lunch.
Joe decided to make a PB&J. But all we currently have is those 100 calorie crushed breads.
Joe, in his state of exhaustion mixed with irritation, began to pull the bread apart- but it ripped in the process. Joe countered his nemesis bread by saying, "Dang't. Dead to me." and tossed the bread aside.

Made me laugh.