Cripes.

I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

After finally getting the kids to sleep (Aaron's working tonight and of course they kept asking for him instead) I caught the last 45 minutes of "When Harry Met Sally"-definitely one of the best movies. Ever.

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Darn it, it's Sunday night and let's just say I haven't accomplished what I had wanted to this weekend. And I forgot to add in my last post that I seriously have a mountain of laundry so big that it could swallow me up and you'd never see me again. It's precariously piled high on the shelf just under the laundry chute and I know that the minute I try to remove even one thing the whole mountain will fall on my head. Maybe that's why I've been avoiding it for days...or maybe I just don't mind spending the day dressed in odd combinations of clothing pretending that I don't see the giant clothes monster in the laundry room. At this point it's almost like a stand off and I'm stubbornly trying to stand my ground. Or just go buy some new clothes.