He came into the house singing "We're having Tacos! We're having tacos for dinner! We're having tacos. We're having tacos for dinner!" to the tune of American Bandstand:
He brought me hydrangeas from the garden to apologize for being snarky when he got home tired from work.
He sends pictures of twin baby deers at his work:
And possibly best of all: he'll hold a six year old up on the rail for a 45 minute ferry ride:
2 comments:
Yeah. I think you should marry him.
Is it bad that I think of him and laugh my ass off every time I hear "Undercover Angel"?
He's a keeper my friend :o)
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