Yesterday, Sunshine went hunting very early in the morning.
He arrived home at about 11AM and came strolling through the door sans pants.
Now I know that I am usually the first person screaming #pantsarebullshit, but really, Sunshine, where are your damned pants?
However, what came out of my mouth was corn flakes with milk, as I could not quit laughing at what was going through my head. They spewed out with the laughter.
No jealousy, no fears of another woman.
Just that one question: "Sunshine, where are your damned pants?"
And the glee that he has finally joined the club.
note: Sunshine has reminded me that he did at least have on his Ed Hardy tattoo-print long underwear. He has not, however, told me where his damned pants are.