I know I am blessed with my husband. He is a Godsend. I don't know what I would do without him. He supports me, cares for me, reaches things for me, carries heavy things for me, loves me with all his being. He understands me.
This is how my mind works. It's ADHD gone awry. First, I think of how much I miss my husband since he is at work and I am at home like the good wife cleaning the kitchen (I have set back the women's rights movement 100 years with that statement) and that I want to attack him tonight. Then I think: shrimp balls.
Why, do you ask? First, I want to see where these are located on the shrimp. They're bigger than one might think. Those must be some uncomfortable shrimp. Second, I think :big, round, curly, orange. Carpets match the drapes. My husband. There you have it! Husband = shrimp balls. Yum.