This morning, as Nicole was getting ready for work, she was standing in the kitchen and asked if I had seen a rubber band anywhere. Sitting at the dining room table, I looked to see one right next to me. I quickly grabbed it and fired it at her, as I would expect any loving husband to do. She bent over and the rubber band struck her shoulder blade, then hopped up and landed directly onto the center of her back. She immediately began flailing her arms and jumping around screaming, apparently under the assumption that some giant critter had repelled off the ceiling and onto her back! To see the rubber band on the floor, and her husband grabbing his sides from laughing so hard, she decided it was appropriate to hit me in the arm.
Worth it.
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