i feel like i didn't even know my husband yesterday. except for the brief amount of time we spent eating lunch (at shoots, yum), we pretty much did our own thing. i continued to struggle with the hallway walls, and mor "fixed" the honda (aka the hon). no, really he did actually fix it. runs like a dream now. driver's window still won't roll down and air conditioner blows warm air around, but purrs like a cat in heat. wait a sec... we reacquainted ourselves over treats from the sonic--orange cream slush for mor, cranberry slush for me--and reruns of "the real deal." ain't love grand?
i also got to looking at what we are supposed to be getting each other for our first anniversary, and who wants paper? is it money that's made of paper? or exactly what kind of paper are we talking about here? it (the trusty hallmark bag where i got this valuable and indisputable information) also mentions clocks as a first anniversary gift. clocks? wha? who came up with these traditional gifts? (he should be shot, and we all know it's a he because no self-respecting woman would ask for paper on her one-year mark.) and let me tell you i absolutely cannot wait until our second anniversary...cotton. sweet.
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