Best decision ever. Damn, I love him.
And he just told me he's going to start calling me "Fumbles".
Much like Donkey Kong, it's now on.
It's been an educational year. I've had to let down my perfectionist, princess guard and come to grips with things that used to profoundly confuse or gross me out. (I'm still working on it.) I find myself in WalMart on a regular basis, sometimes at night, when it's really scary. Frequently, I lose him in the grocery store, only to find that he's been following me at twenty paces for thirty minutes. The serious answers my overly-analytical mind craves don't happen; if I ask what he would like for dinner, for instance, he will likely tell me that he wants barbecued donkey. One couch-based, peaceful day, I heard a giggle, looked up, and saw this:
(It has since been solidified in the house rules that he will not do that again or jump from there, and especially that he will not even consider trying to jump from there onto my rebounder.)
But since I really don't like dull moments, it works. How could I not love the guy? Yeah, I have to do a lot of calming breathing exercises, but I love him so much I can't see.
But..."Fumbles"? What did I do to deserve that?
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