Perhaps Dave and I are a little too close. We are in the middle of packing, he's working from home, we're trying to juggle getting ready to make a quick trip home so that we can pay our respects to a family member that passed. We are trying to keep spirits up. It's just the two of us this morning and I look over to see him working away on his laptop. He reaches over and carefully pulls one of my long, wavy hairs off his sweatshirt and frowns at it all meany then drops it on the floor. Cause I'm a shit, I'm like "you too good for my hair?".... I'll learn one day to stop poking my husband lol... he smiles and tells me "I love your hair, especially when I pull a long wavy hair out of my buttcrack".
He wins.
Gag.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Too Close
