We eked out a few moments in our mutually crazy weekends (with a snow/ice storm pending everything was accelerated on our “must get done” lists) to meet briefly. I slide into His car and He hands me a bag, filled to the brim with tissue paper.
“You got me a gift?” I say, totally surprised. I don’t expect Him to give me a gift–He IS my gift, you know?
“Nope. Just a bag with tissue paper in it. Go put it away.”
So I slide out of His car, put it in mine, and back into His. We talk for a few minutes and then He says
“You really think I gave you a bag full of tissue paper?”
He tugs me close, and blows into my left ear, with His hand over my right ear.
“Yup,” He says, “I felt the breeze. Go get the bag, nilla.”
So I go to my car, retrieve the package, get back into His car, again. He’s shaking His head at me, as I paw through the package…and find a *gorgeous* warm scarf (He’s been nagging me to wear one to help keep my throat and chest warm.) I love it…the colors are lovely, the scarf is warm as all get out, and it’s an easy enough thing to bring home, you konw?
I hug Him and kiss Him, and then He says…
“nilla, you need to blog this. To let your readers know what I have to put up with on a daily basis.”
“Well, Master, I’m supposed to believe everything you say…” I respond, giggling and blushing.
He rolls His eyes.