To My Valentine: Listen Past the Verb and I Won’t Hold the Blankets Hostage
Sunday, February 14th, 2010
I picked this shot from our night at a fundraiser because we looked hot that day, didn't we?
To My Valentine,
On this day, 19 years since you proposed marriage, I suppose it’s entirely predictable that tonight, I will once again pull the blankets off of you.
I don’t do it on purpose. I simple pull the blankets with me as I turn away from you in my sleep, effectively rolling myself up like a giant, double thick roll of Bounty paper towels. I don’t think about how this leaves you with nothing but a corner of the sheets and, likely, seething anger. I am asleep and way too busy trying to save the universe from invading Goldfish crackers on mo-peds, or whatever the dream of the night is. (more…)
