Sunday, March 25, 2007

True Romance

I received some upsetting news the other day involving a divorce.

So that night as a I lay in bed, Mr. M and I had this conversation:

Me: blowing nose "I know you already promised me when we got married, but promise me again that you will never leave me" Blow nose again.

Mr. M: Putting arms around me : "Don't worry, you would have to scrape me off, kind of like mold on bread"

Me: "Really? That really does make me feel better, even if I throw away moldy bread and I don't scrape anything off it."

The funny thing is, it really did make me feel better.

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