My Dear Partner in Life,
I promise to love, honor and cherish you even though you wake up with random and inconsistent songs in your head and decide to share them with me despite how dreadful they are. I agree to let you sing, even though the morning hating monster in me wants you to shut the f up, because I know that your sunshiny way of greeting the day is better than my frowny way. I commit to tolerate your sleepy dance moves as you walk in the buff from the bedroom to the bathroom, where we both get ready at the same time because we live in The Most Expensive Place in the World. And I vow, that on mornings when you walk in singing Squeezebox and start hitting me in the butt with your morning wood as part of your dance routine, I will blog about it. Because it is special and hilarious and, although publicly inappropriate, a really fun way to start the day.
Love,
The Keeper of Your Secrets
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6 comments:
I always knew something about you just wasn't right, this solidifys my believes. You blogged about morning wood.
I'm blushing. ...but laughing also.
all i ask...don't tell anybody my secrets.
I just threw up...
So did I
Wow! ummmm... I don't think I'll ever listen to "Squeezebox" in quite the same way ever again.Thanks!
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