My lack of posts are due to my overabundant workload.
Because I've been working so many late hours, Mr. KK and I have barely seen each other. When I get home he's asleep and when I leave in the morning, he's still in dreamland.
(Plus, when talking to a coworker I was referencing my office and called it "home". That's a whole other depressing story.)
So in our daily two-minute catch-up chats that we're able to have, this conversation occurred:
MR. KK: "I'm going to go to my parents' house for dinner and...oh. Gross."
KK: "What? What's the matter?"
MR. KK: "I think Vito threw up on the new rug."
KK: "Uh oh." Laughing.
I am not laughing because my little Vito was sick. Nor am I laughing that our new rug has vomit on it again (the first time was from my inlaws' dog Dino). This made me laugh because as tough as Mr. KK is, and the fact that he can watch gross slasher movies while I hide my eyes, vomit makes him gag. He can't stomach it. I do all of the vomit clean-up in the house.
MR. KK: "I'm going to throw up just thinking about cleaning it."
KK: "If you didn't miss me being at home before, you sure as hell do now."