4:30? More like fourth hurty.
I woke up at 4:30 this morning because Denny had a flight at 6:30, which meant get to the airport at 5:30, which meant leave the house at 5. To Denny’s credit, he offered to drive himself, but I want to pick him up when he gets home, just because it’s fun to pick people up at the airport. I love getting off a plane and seeing his smiling face waiting for me, so I wanted to do the same for him. Sometimes he even has flowers when he picks me up, though I don’t think I’m going to go that far. Maybe I’ll bring him a Snickers.
So anyway, I’m tired.
awww, that’s so sweet….