I love my husband.
When I texted him that a friend needed to interview us for a school project he didn't miss a beat.
"Sure," he said.
And when I needed help plugging in the lamps to turn our kitchen into a studio, he was there to lend a helping hand.
When I asked really stupid questions as the designated interviewer he jsut smiled and played along. (Mostly.)
And when I shamelessly used the "interview" as a chance to plug cookies, he selflessly helped me finish off the plate.
The interview won't exactly be must-see viewing I'm afraid... unless you like hearing about what two dorky people had for lunch, and dinner, that is.
But, it was nice to spend some quality time with my husband. Some studio time I might add.
Cheers to that. ;)
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