Today Mr. G asked me the $64 million dollar question: "Honey, when are we going to be rich?" He asks me variations of this question this all the time, as if he thinks I can read the future:)
But today he added, "Maybe we can only be lucky in one thing? I've been lucky in love, so maybe I won't be lucky in finances."
Awwwww, statements like this is why I heart him. And what earns him a big, sloppy *edited in case kids are reading this*.