Monday, December 26, 2011

let there be portholes

Last night i couldnt sleep but R was sawing logs. I whispered ever so lightly and softly, not even directly into his ear, "You are the best." From deep in his sleep he said "What? Do i have a valium?"
That's when i started laughing almost uncontrollably, and still asleep, he said "Just trying to help."

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