Direct Quotes

Setting: Our bedroom, two minutes ago, as I was looking around at All The Cleaning we have to do before my in-laws arrive on Tuesday. 

Mary Frances: Tomorrow, Preston, I will deal with The Pile (it has grown considerably since yesterday).  I promise. 

*Pause, while Preston moves towards me and wraps his arm around my waist.*

Preston: And tomorrow, Mary, I will not care.

*Smooch*

And y'all.  He really doesn't care.  If this isn't the stuff that lasting marriages are made of, then I don't know what is.  I mean for real.  I can abandon all my unfolded clothes in a pile on the windowsill and he STILL LOVES ME.  Life - even down to the teensiest little details - is good.  Also, I have wrinkled clothing, but that's a topic for another day.