Sooooo….apparantly I am not supposed to post about what we’ve been up to this weekend. At least not yet. The time will come. It will. And maybe I went back and deleted a few lines from my blog because I’d already said a little too much. Maybe.
Anyway.
While Papa Bear and I were out at a pool hall, just having fun for no other purpose at all (ahem), Papa Bear commented on how we had matched our outfits on accident. I was wearing a cute striped t-shirt (green and cream) that I’d borrowed from my sister-in-law’s closet. He was wearing a chocolate brown shirt that he’s had for the past four years. Our shirts did look cute together. But they did not match, at all.
“How do we match?” I asked.
“Cause we’re both wearing green shirts.” He paused….and then he continued, “Aren’t we?!”
That’s just another way that he needs me.
But don’t even get me started about all the ways that I need him!
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