Monday, December 19, 2011

He Speaks My Love Language -- And on a Saturday!

The Calm One has a Saturday off! That rarely happens, but when it does it could mean one of two things:

1. I get to sleep in

or (and this is more likely)

2. I get to wake up at the crack of o'dark thirty with the chickadees like any other day on the planet.

Today, I got to sleep in!  (Insert Hallelujah chorus here)  And then as if that weren't delectable enough, he brought me home the lunch of champions:  french fries and a caramel frappe.  Double Hallelujah!

Never mind that after my last doctor's visit I had sworn off the beauty that is the fried potato . . .

The man speaks my love language.  And that is so very joyful.  So very, very joyful.

What is your love language?

Counting it all french fry dipped in caramel joy,


  1. If they could figure out how to deep fry the idea of sleeping in, well, that would be the perfect storm.




  2. Wouldn't it though?! What a great idea!

    Thanks, Anna!


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