saturday night, right before I fell asleep from my Jack Daniels induced state, I leaned over and said the funniest thing to my boyfriend. here’s the conversation:
me: you are my favorite thing.
him: I’m not a thing.
me: well, you’re not a place, and you’re not persons….
then I passed out… :)
he is my favorite thing. him and hot chocolate, orange creamsicle flavored chapstick, spicy tuna sushi rolls, kitchen dancing, quiet winter nights with the windows open, and puppies. just to name a few.