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,

2 comments:

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

    Yum.

    XO

    Anna

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

    Thanks, Anna!

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