he calls 'em like he sees 'em

fm and i are standing in the garage being affectionate, but not overly so. fm’s hand is in ultra- stealth mode holdin’ up the rear. shortstack had decided to head back inside. he is walking up the two steps and through the door to the mudroom and hears me laughing. he swings around, hanging on the open door and quips, ‘hey, you guys are in LUUUUV, aren’t you?’ we are so shocked we can’t think of anything to say (quite a rarity between the two of us). not missing a beat, he follows up with a most authoritative ‘well, iiiii’m NOT...’ and he’s back inside quicker than fm and i can look at each other and say, ‘um, GOOD.’ with all the girlfriends he has these days, i was quite relieved to hear that.

i have absolutely no problems with shortstack seeing two people in a good relationship being love-y, and of course we’ve talked about being ‘twitterpated’ (or 'twitterpatted' as i've mistakenly said for almost four years now...) and such—but i have to say that for a split second, i felt like a teenager caught making out or something.