The other day while I sat on the bed stalking people through their blogs, Sam sat next to me with our "wedding album". He was very quiet. I said, "Aren't those pictures pretty?" He said, "Yeah." and pointing at the picture, which happened to be the traditional shot of the rings- you know, where she puts her hand on his and you know it's love - Anyway, he points at the picture and says "Yeah, but your hand looks fat in this one."
Later, THAT SAME NIGHT - he's sitting on my lap and he's looking at me with a bemused expression and I'm thinking: Aww, he loves me so much. And then he laughs and says, "Ha ha, you're growing a mustache!"
Did I say he's sweet? I think I meant what a little jerk face!
Seventeen years, seventeen stories.
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