Wednesday, June 10, 2009
coffee
Is it strange that I get excited at night as I prepare my coffee pot for the morning? I always think "Mmm.. in the morning I get to drink coffee."
sometimes
Sometimes, I say the dorkiest things. Two seconds after leaving my lips and I am already embarrassed. Depending on the company I may press lips together turning them white and hoping no one noticed. Or like tonight I may call myself out (hoping to distract my company).
Tonight D and I after long days at work, went out to have drinks with friends. A celebration for a friend who just got the news he was accepted into Wintertur. On the ride to the bar we decide we are not going to stay long because we are both tired.
After dinner a couple of drinks, and lots of fabulous conversation, I look at my phone and realize... IT'S AFTER 9! Ahh because we wanted to take a bath, relax and go to bed early. 9 is past my bedtime. Well, at least most nights. We make our excuses to friends and scurry to the car.
Once home D is drawing a bath. I walk in and play with his hair as he is leaning over swirling the warm water with his arm. "I am so tired," he moans. "I think we should have stayed home." "I don't think so," I respond. My fingers making his hair into a spiky mess. "Sleep may fuel our bodies, but those moments with friends fuel our soul," I try to clarify. Then I hear the words repeated in my head. "That was really corny wasn't it?" I giggle, my cheeks flushing. "Yes, but that's one of the reasons I love you," he says as he splashes me.
Tonight D and I after long days at work, went out to have drinks with friends. A celebration for a friend who just got the news he was accepted into Wintertur. On the ride to the bar we decide we are not going to stay long because we are both tired.
After dinner a couple of drinks, and lots of fabulous conversation, I look at my phone and realize... IT'S AFTER 9! Ahh because we wanted to take a bath, relax and go to bed early. 9 is past my bedtime. Well, at least most nights. We make our excuses to friends and scurry to the car.
Once home D is drawing a bath. I walk in and play with his hair as he is leaning over swirling the warm water with his arm. "I am so tired," he moans. "I think we should have stayed home." "I don't think so," I respond. My fingers making his hair into a spiky mess. "Sleep may fuel our bodies, but those moments with friends fuel our soul," I try to clarify. Then I hear the words repeated in my head. "That was really corny wasn't it?" I giggle, my cheeks flushing. "Yes, but that's one of the reasons I love you," he says as he splashes me.
retro
my procrastination does not allow for posts to be timely. just be glad there is something new to read. and if the timeline doesn't match up... well who says that it has to?
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