Usually, when M.W. kisses me, he jokingly gives me a "grade", like B- or C+, because he claims that if we keep practicing... someday we'll get it right. Hehehe... I kinda like it. But... as you might guess, sometimes it feels more like I can't do it right, can't make him happy, rather than an excuse for more "practice"...
Last night after dinner.... I asked how he felt. Since he has a Cold, I thought he'd say his night was an F. Instead, he pointed to his head and said F and then pointed to his heart and said A+...
An A+ for Dorothy!
[Grin]
Dunno how that happened.... but it makes me feel like all is at peace with the world.
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awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
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