Monday, November 2, 2009
So on Halloween morning I woke up and smiled at Jeff.
"Happy Halloween!" I said. "You're my boo!" Then I cracked up, obviously because I find myself hilarious.
Fast-forward to last night. I was punch drunk for some reason (I blame DayQuil and too much candy corn). I couldn't stop giggling as I nestled next to Jeff, who was reading one of his bajillion historical novels.
"What is wrong with you?" he laughed. "You're such a spaz." He paused for a beat. "You're my Boo Radley!"
Made for each other, I tell you.