[L: Me with newly red-ified hair; R: shadow of husband taking picture. One of our stranger portraits together.]
Proof my husband hates me:
He recorded “Bait Shop,” starring Bill Engvall and Billy Ray Cyrus, on the DVR.
Proof my husband loves me:
Only five minutes into its playback, even he had to acknowledge it was so desperately, irredeemably bad that he deleted it.
This might also explain why, even when I am flipping him off, I am also smiling.
