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.
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.
posted by mrsf5 at 11:43 PM
5 Comments:
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...
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.
Perfection. I want to join the TEAL team! This makes me happy all the way down to my toes.
Trey doesn't snore. None of us posse men snore. We merely meditate and summon the Gods of ESPN with our internal Didgerdoos. Seriously!
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he was just in Chicago.
I almost didn't let him go.
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