Sweet heart

Last night as I was getting ready to do my evening rituals before heading to bed when I got a call from the Marc.

M: Yogurtland-doesn't that sound good. Pick you up in 5....

A: Yeah, it's almost my bed time but...

M: Be ready, already on my way. I know you can't say no.

A: True, it's Yogurtland.

Five minutes passes, he calls back to tell me that he's out front. I couldn't help but laugh! Back when we were still dating,we both avoided getting out of the car and ringing the doorbell whenever we'd pick each other up. Come on now, isn't that what cell-phones are for?

We're married. We live in the same place yet we hardly see each other on the weekdays. On his way back from class last night, he picks me up and we each enjoy a cup of fro-yo. We end up chatting....about food. So we went to the grocery store to buy stuff for the dinner that I'm supposed to be making right now. Instead, I'm blogging. : ) But that's not all, we ended up marching right into a donut shop for more dessert! Late night eating=fatties. But in the end, it was all worth it!

Marc, you're the best! I love you! You can probably wake me up in the middle of my sleep by uttering the word "froyo."

End of random post.