Erik's napping.
I just got home from the car wash. a.k.a I'm an idiot.
It's 40 degrees in Seattle today. Supposed to snow tomorrow. And I went to the "do-it-yourself" carwash in yoga pants with WET HAIR. My mother really did teach me better.
Erik had a lesson at the house today. He saw me leave, but he didn't tell me not to go. He's learned that warnings are wasted on me, so he pretty much just lets me do my own thing nowdays. Then afterwards I cry and complain and carry-on about how my hands are numb from holding the g-force pressure washer and my pants are wet up to my knees.
He just smiles at me and kisses my nose. He doesn't even say a word.
Ahhhhhh. I love him.
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