...even when i eat ALL the ice cream cones
...when i hog the bed and then i see he tried to sleep in the other room (last night)
...even when i leave my coffee cups everywhere
...and my swimsuits
...or i don't clean my car often enough (but i did this week. he's quite proud of me)
...when my dancing gets out of control and i just can't stop the willy nillyness of my legs
...or singing to Sadie
...he especially hates my alarm. and that i can never get up without pressing "snooze" at least once
...my ice box phalanges and my need to warm them in all his crevices
i love you, husband.
thank you for taking me to Dog House for lunch.