Eight years...
And he still never fails to astound me.
Chris is going over his list of to-do’s on the house and rambling really… he quickly hurries over the sentence “Build FOS.”
I ask what that is.
No answer. Silence. Crickets.
“Honey what’s an FOS?”
“Well, it’s my office.”
I know he’s building an office, no problem with that. “Ok cool, but what does FOS mean??”
“Fortress of Solitude.”
HA! I fucking love this man.
Chris is going over his list of to-do’s on the house and rambling really… he quickly hurries over the sentence “Build FOS.”
I ask what that is.
No answer. Silence. Crickets.
“Honey what’s an FOS?”
“Well, it’s my office.”
I know he’s building an office, no problem with that. “Ok cool, but what does FOS mean??”
“Fortress of Solitude.”
HA! I fucking love this man.