Don’t tell anyone, but my husband is better at Covid than I am.
I reach for a cookie, he does sit-ups. I bake brownies, he gets on the treadmill. I veg out in front of the television, and he’s downstairs practicing his golf swing.
I get bored, and eat. He gets bored, and cranks out a set of push-ups.
After almost a year of sheltering in place, I’m a mess, and he’s in better shape than ever.
Freaking annoying!
Can you divorce someone for being perfect?
