I am surprisingly good. I still feel as good as i’ve felt in a long time, maybe forever. Sleeping enough, hydrated enough, running enough.
maybe i’ve got nothing to say. It’s pouring rain today and it’s sunny in my head. I’m clearing things off my desk in an orderly fashion, not rushed, not irritated. Who is this girl?
I had a seriously hilarious exchange with my husband a few days ago. maybe all boys think like this?
me: can you stop doing that?
him: [looks right at me, smiles, and then does it again harder]
me: really? are you 12 years old? right after i ask you to stop irritating me, you do it again? When we eventually end up at a psychologist’s office, i’m going to tell her “I tell him exactly what I want and he just ignores me. I’m very clear. He doesn’t listen.”
him: and the psychologist will say: “he loves you, he’s going to be with you for the rest of your life. He is going to stay with you forever. Time to stop complaining.”
he does know how to make me laugh.
I know this is post is 7 years old, but I’ve just found it and it made me LOL. I’ve said those exact words to my husband. (Except that he’s 5 years old.)
great post, again. : )
Hold on to that man very tightly! Lovely to hear you so happy. Cxx