Swapping Newlyweds Next Door -

Let me explain the title before my mom calls me in a panic.

I missed Mark’s chaos. I missed him dropping a bag of flour and yelling “TACTICAL NUKE INBOUND!” swapping newlyweds next door

Last Saturday, we decided to do a “Newlywed Game Night.” You know, the one where you guess your spouse’s favorite whatever. It started civilly. Mark guessed my favorite movie was The Notebook . (It’s Die Hard . He should know this.) Let me explain the title before my mom calls me in a panic

We sat on the couch. Mark put his head in my lap. “I’m sorry I leave my socks inside out,” he said. It started civilly

But then Jess, who is a chaotic genius with a glass of chardonnay, said: “Okay, too easy. Let’s swap spouses for an hour.”

Swapping newlyweds next door was weird. It was awkward. It was also the best marriage therapy we didn’t pay for.

Meanwhile, Mark texted me from next door (against the rules, but I’ll allow it): “Jess just handed me a candle and asked me to smell ‘what my intuition wants for dinner.’ I am scared.”