Sunday, April 06, 2008

My heart skips a beat

My big hunk of man, snoring on the couch? Of course I love him. This day and every day: that's the deal we struck nearly two decades ago.

But this guy? The guy wearing the fedora? Well, I might love him a little bit, too.

Jeff, darling: please, come back to Texas. We can enjoy a sumptuous picnic lunch in this adorable park I know. Just you, me and your mighty red pen.



Blogger The Nanny said...

Oh my god. That man, right there?

Is. My. Perfect. Guy.

I'd never have to correct his grammar...our kids would be grammar-freaks, just like me...oh my god...this is perfect.

Nanny and Jeff, sittin' in a tree...

6:52 AM  
Blogger life with the wisners said...

this moved me to the core of my being. oh franklin. i am so happy right now. so happy that my cheeks hurt from all the smiling.

8:44 AM  
Blogger anniemcq said...

Perfection. I want to join the TEAL team! This makes me happy all the way down to my toes.

5:32 PM  
Blogger nodnarB! said...

Trey doesn't snore. None of us posse men snore. We merely meditate and summon the Gods of ESPN with our internal Didgerdoos. Seriously!

9:50 PM  
Blogger suttonhoo said...

he was just in Chicago.

I almost didn't let him go.

5:29 AM  

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