He dragged his fingers across the back of the couch....see ya in two weeks. Or four, or whenever.
I remembered later that he remarked in a text if we could break in the new couch......I replied most definitely, in text.
As I sat with my husband at dinner.
He had seen pictures on Facebook.
After he left I texted .....in two weeks?
He texted back.....
In two weeks.
:-)
I held back my reply. ....
My heart is now happy....in can paint again.
To avoid being silly.
1 comment:
Two weeks isn't so bad. Hang in there, you can make it.
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