Last Friday, Pad and I went to Cloverfield, came home, slept in, and moved gradually to the couch. It was about 5 degrees outside, not including windchill, so even the usually-overheated apartment was chilly. Pad woke up before me and moved the cushions to effectively turn the couch into a lounger. I brought in the comforter and settled in. The only reason to go outside was the puppy. Damn you, The Puppy.
Me: You want to do me a big favor?
Pad: Sit here while you walk the dog? it's a deal.
Me: *sigh*(make no effort to move)
--minutes later--
Me: Want to get breakfast at Arnolds later?
Pad: How about you go walk the dog, and I'll go pick up food...and by 'pick up food' I mean sit here and be warm.
Me: I hate you. I hate you forever.
After walking the puppy, we started watching The Godfather, with Pad explaining the complex introduction of characters, pointing out superyoung actors, and bringing up general cinematic trivia.
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2 comments:
He seems like a really caring individual. Good for you!
Wait... who took this picture??
Is this what you will show your kids to convince them that you both were once vibrant and youthful?
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