Sunday, July 17, 2011

Wipe Your Tears

"Wipe your tears sweetie, you're better than that."

It's after midnight and I have to get up for work tomorrow, but I just can't sleep. My husband is in the living room watching some Madea movie - but what he said to me earlier today haunts me.

We were sitting on the couch; I had just made him a grilled cheese and ham sand which. I looked at his tiny, muscular, toned legs and told him they were small. He said, "No, they aren't!" But I said, "They're smaller than mine..." He put his fingers around mine and said, "You're right, wow, well you're getting there." I was stunned.

What the fuck ever. I AM getting there. Just more motivation, aye?

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