I'd say long live the weekend,
but I've come to find that it never does.
Weekends, to the disdain of all of us, are short-lived.
Though I'd have to say that I feel as though I live my long life solely for them these days.
It's an abusive relationship. Not a lot of payback.
The other night, Drew and I were brushing our teeth. We were trying to have a conversation while doing so, which happens often. We were failing because our mouths were full of foamy toothpaste, which also happens often. Then, I forget why, even though who needs a reason? But he started dancing around and humming a song. And the hand that he wasn't holding his toothbrush in was in the most awkward and hilarious position.
So I made fun of him and he laughed so hard all of the foamy toothpaste fell out of his mouth and onto the floor.
I was thinking that it was one of the funniest moments I've experienced in my recent memory. And that I just love him so much, because he makes me laugh during all of the mundane things like brushing teeth.
Hoping your weekend lives long
(and without any pictures because the sun is gone and her smart phone broke),