Saturday, December 26

Dear Mr. Awesome,

You are the best. Like last night for example, when I passed out at two 0'clock for a couple hours and then at 8 proclaimed I was exhausted and passed out again. What does Mr. Awesome do? Well you just tucked me in nice and tight and were off. You didn't even bat an eyelash when a couple hours later I swore that that very same blanket you tucked me in with was suffocating me and it was "Sooo friggin' hot" (incredibly dramatic, I know). "The down comforter is fine, it's the blue one that has to go!" What does Mr. Awesome do? Well you just grabbed me a glass of ice water and were on your way, blue blanket in tow.

You are the best in the land.


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