11/3/12
weekend.
An unfortunate turn of events fell upon us as we left a wedding reception the other night. I had a headache. Not just any headache. This headache was unprecedented. It was like hurricane Sandy in my brain.
Except not, because that storm was really way worse than a headache.
We had already made plans to hang out with some of Drew's young man friends. He was fretting over me, but I told him that he must go and leave my lame self here to die.
So, after he rubbed essential oils on my neck, put in a movie for me, got me my ice cream and tucked me in all comfy, he left. Do you comprehend how low-maintenance I am?
While he was out, I remained like this:
I can't say I minded.
He came home with hugs, kisses, and a new skirt for me from Wal Mart that I've been eying for months. The charming scoundrel.
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