I like this marriage thing, because it’s the best of all of us. We get to be the whole meal. The appetizer, the entree, the luxurious dessert… And yes, the peas and the carrots.
Erase the parts that make me unhappy. I guess that means emphasizing the parts that do.
I’ll keep my lips to myself, if that’s what you want.
Hmm,” she hums after a moment.”What?””Just thinking…We both want you to get this role.””No sh*t.””And arguing obviously isn’t helping us out.”I snort. “But that’s what we do.
I want to make people smile. I want to tell an epic story… with laughter. I want to change the way people view the world. I want life to stop being so damn dramatic all the time. I want… what are you doing?
He’s totally caught me, and I’m never letting him toss me back.
My back slams against the oven door, and I cover my face and cry. I cry so hard I can’t breathe.
So I’m not sure if its because we’re in the honeymoon stage still or if I actually maybe sorta could be falling falling falling down down down in super amazing, all-out love with him. That’s totally bonkers!
Okay, you gotta be nice to him, ” I say, coaxing the white fur-ball into my hands. “I will,” Nate says, and I smile over my shoulder. “I was actually talking to Mr. Pippi. He’s a bit of a butthole.
I knew it!”Cards fly everywhere, as if he had them hidden in his gym shorts.