We finally got home around 5ish. We ordered a pizza for dinner. We sat on the couch watching the prior night’s taped episode of Modern Family. We went about our business as usual. So much so in fact, that I farted (like I said, usual business). Paul gave me a sideways glance. To which my reply was “What? I have cancer (insert innocent shoulder shrug and puppy dog eyes)”.

We laughed our asses off.