Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Scene: a couple walking side-by-side on a nearly deserted beach with a golden watercolor sunset on a crisp, cloudless Thanksgiving evening.
This is I am why we can't have nice things
He put his arm around her shoulder and pulls her close.
Him (whispering into her windswept hair): I'm thankful every day for you and our family...
Her (punching him on the arm): Gross. Don't say stuff like that.