Yesterday I was getting ready to go out and work, and Tom was in bed recovering from his night of drinking. I was about to leave when I felt that ominous surge in me; I hustled for the toilet and heaved.
Tom, despite feeling really sick himself, whipped out of bed and came into the bathroom to kneel beside me and wipe all the toilet back splash off my face.
What a sweetheart.
Monday, December 19, 2005
The sweetest thing
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that, my friend, is true love.
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