Ah, tis the season of love and peace…
Meanwhile, at my house…
The hubs and I have a 15-year-old. She is hilarious (to the point where I have a #DailyHaley post on twitter when she’s around). Case in point, two nights ago, after both ate WAY too much at dinner, this conversation went down:
Haley: I think I’m gonna to have a food baby.
Hubs: Me, too.
Haley: OMG, together we may end up with, like, 8 food babies!
In mutual epicurean misery, they hug like they’re going down on the Titanic. Haley begins looking at her brother’s baby photos on Facebook – from over 8 years ago. Haley gets teary-eyed.
Hubs: Is your food baby making you emotional?
Haley: I think I might cry! He was so cute! ...*cue sudden switch in topics because that’s what Haley does*… I need a nap, and by nap I mean go to bed now and never wake up.
Hubs (ambiguously sarcastic): I feel like that’s not all you need.
Haley (totally serious): I need a boyfriend, too…well, I want one, anyway.
Hubs: Some people want world peace and clean water, but that $#%&’s not gonna happen, either.
Haley: Well, it doesn’t matter. I’m gonna die from my food baby. All of my wishes will have been fulfilled except the boyfriend one.
Hubs: Well, this ain’t Make-a-Wish, so you might as well let that one go.
Haley (while laugh-crying): Ow! That kinda hurts me in the feels.
Hubs: Well, I don’t like to lie.
Feel the love. It’s palpable. 
persnicketypen 