Wednesday, November 28, 2012

This is I am why we can't have nice things

Scene: a couple walking side-by-side on a nearly deserted beach with a golden watercolor sunset on a crisp, cloudless Thanksgiving evening.

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.

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1 comment(s):

  • awesome post, as usual :)

    you're a girl after my own heart veruca

    By Blogger txsjewels, at 9:00 AM  

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