Your so hot, you're making me sexist (repost sorta)

• Last night I was thinking about the first date of Mr. Hall and I. It did not go well. I had brought a friend to hang out with. I had two screwdrivers and totally won a game of monopoly. Mr. Hall was cranky but silent about it (the friend not the losing). I was going to nursing school and living in a single dorm. Meaning I had no roommate. But Mr. Hall left that night with a kiss on my cheek. He did not stay. There was a raging blizzard but he left. Not because he was mad, but because he was a gentle man who didn't make out with drunk girls.
  
  
• Then I thought of our first apartment. How we didn't even have a can opener between the two of us. How he cared for me in the last year of nursing school. He was the best boyfriend in the world. Changed the cat box even. Still does.
  
  
• Then I thought of our second apartment. We were married by then. We put up a tent in our room. He used a copper pipe frame to hang all manner of red and green cloth material. It really hushed the room, made it all sensual.

All of this I was thinking last night, as we were lounging in front of the fireplace. The kids were asleep. . . . .

I've never had such a fire place as ours. It is dark brown and stout. We were so warm. It was awesome.

I love my boom king. ;)

Have a good weekend everyone. Take care of you and yours ;)