My wife texts me from upstairs, she wants to be tucked into bed while I stay up developing my hobby project Tremors game.

The text reads "Get off the Internetanyahu and love bomb me instead <3"

I respond "You'll always be my Bibi"

"Aww, Huzbullah."
"Oh, Mamas."

Then of course, I tuck her in. I'll be up later once she's out cold and I feel like enough progress has been made.

I hope Schiffer and Homa have as good of a terrorist marriage as we do. As much as I whine about my foid, this is why I keep her around.