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.

Sigh.

5 Comments:

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!

http://didgeridoo.australianoriginals.com/docs/products.cfm?SubCatalog=123

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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