A text message from yesterday:
W: Do you want to go to Rocky Horror on 11/18?
W: Talking to J about getting tickets.
Me: I feel like I will be grumpy and annoyed, but I will go if you really want me to go.
W: Well that sounds like fun.
Me: You are a lucky woman, W.
W: Oh so lucky.
Me: I’m sorry
W: No worries. I got a ticket for you. J told me to.
Me: That’s my grumpy face.
W: That’s my happy kiss face.
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The moral of the story? Find a partner who is adept at handling your bullshit with a smile and a kiss.
Oh, we’re like that. I can turn her frown upside down with a couple of well-written texts and emoticons, too. 🙂
It’s a super power, I think. Or sorcery. One of the two.
It’s one of the natural powers of femmes. 😉
I got me one and I’m sooo lucky! 😀
My grandmother always said there’s a lid for every pot. Glad you found your lid.
I forgot to mention…you two are so darn cute together!! 🙂
Yes, we’re the Cutie McCutersons. (Not our real names.)
That is definitely a “Love is…” story. 💖 You are both lucky.
Yep. Lucky in love.
Lol 😂 so true though. It is important to find that person who loves you even at your worst if not it ain’t worth it.
Yep, if they don’t love you at your worst, all that loving at your best don’t mean a thing. Someone should make that into a country song.