My husband gets the blues, especially during the rainy season in the Pacific Northwest when it's all gloomy and soggy and dark. So he takes Lexapro to keep him level. We call it his happy pill.
The other morning it was grey and wet outside and when he stumbled down the stairs to give me a hug I could see the look on his face was one of, "Can't I just go back to bed?" So I greeted him with this...
"GOOD MORNING HONEY. HOW ARE YOU ON THIS BRIGHT SUNSHINY DAY!" in my best cheesy cheerleader voice followed by an annoying grin that even hurt MY face to hold in place. Then I launched myself at him and hugged his neck, smooched his face and rubbed his back.
We stood like that for awhile until he got a little gropy and after a few minutes I felt him lighten up and he pulled back with a big grin on his face and said, "Who needs Lexapro? I just need SEX-apro!"
Ha! Mission Accomplished.