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I'm On The List

After David took off for work this morning, I decided to do a little cleaning around the apartment. I came across a combo "to do/wish" list of sorts, something David had written.

At first I thought about not reading it; David's always writing in his journal, making notes to himself, scribbling down sports stats, etc.

Then I thought since I go through his journal (and wallet, on a regular basis) anyway...what the hell would it hurt? (Don't look at me like that. I totally do it in front of him, too.)

I scanned over the paper, reading what one would expect to find; get a better paying job, a better apartment, better diet, design an armband tattoo. We're still discussing that last one.

And then I got to the bottom of the page:
    "Love and support Frank and everything he does."
I sat on the bed and nearly squished Miso. I couldn't see her past the tears in my eyes. (All together now: "Awwwww!")

Fine. I'll cave on the tattoo. I'm keeping the wallet rummaging, though.

  1. Blogger yllwdaisies (aka "D") | 5/28/08, 12:39 PM |  

    Did Mamma G tell you yet that you betta marry & make an honest man outta David yet? Cause if not, I’m tellin you right now!

  2. Blogger madhouse 6 | 5/28/08, 10:19 PM |  

    that is a beautiful thing.

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