Andrew: Go on. You just keep it up...
Me: Blank look.
Andrew: If you keep taking such good care of me you're going to be stuck with me until I'm, like, 102 or something.
Silence.
Me: Good point, Wood. Good point.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
While We Were Running
Me: Waxing on and on about running and taking care of his knee and family medical histories and on and on and on as his eyes glaze over and he has that internal conversation with himself that goes something like 'I quit smoking and stopped keeping the cooler of beer next to the left side of the couch when I met her, DID I NOT, what more does this girl want from me?!'
Andrew: Go on. You just keep it up...
Me: Blank look.
Andrew: If you keep taking such good care of me you're going to be stuck with me until I'm, like, 102 or something.
Silence.
Me: Good point, Wood. Good point.
Andrew: Go on. You just keep it up...
Me: Blank look.
Andrew: If you keep taking such good care of me you're going to be stuck with me until I'm, like, 102 or something.
Silence.
Me: Good point, Wood. Good point.
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4 comments:
Ya'll are so cute. :)
Kelly, I am officially addicted. Enough said. xo
UM...that's not the worst thing, right? I mean the worst thing would be being stuck with him as his liver and lungs simultaneously failed and they had to haul him out through a window because he's too wide to fit through the bedroom door, where he's been for about 2 years. He should be happy he met you and thanking his lucky stars everyday. ;)
Heh, thanks, everyone.
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