Last night at 11:30 coinciding with the end of the Daily Show...
With no warning:
MY TOENAIL FELL OFF.
JUST LIKE THAT. GONE.
WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!
Jason was already in bed so I went upstairs in a panic to find out if the onset of leprosy would impact his level of dedication and worship at the Church of Jen.
Me: My toenail fell off for no real apparent reason. Look, my toe is bald!!!! You have to still love me if I have leprosy. You're locked in.
Jason: Of course, and when your nose falls off I'll even describe the smell of your farts for you.
MY FARTS people - not flowers, not spring rain, not fresh snow. My farts.
and just like that romance died but I couldn't care less because he would describe the smell of farts to his noseless, limb dropping wife - now that is fucking love.