I was at the mall with my daughter. A weekly occurrence.
Hubby was at home relaxing. A daily occurrence.
We are attending a wedding next weekend and my daughter and I have been marathon shopping for dresses. I found my dress on the first try. My daughter tried harder. In fact she was trying on dress #264 while I sat on the couch outside the dressing room texting my husband. I quit trying to find the right dress for her at dress #263.
The following text message conversation between the hubby and I took place:
Me: I am at the mall...what a surprise!
Hubby: Surprise! I am loafing at home.
Me: Loaf away!
Hubby: It's a secret...no one knows I like being at home.
Me: It's called agoraphobia.
Hubby: In Spanish a gorra is a hat or condom. I do not have a fear of either.