It’s late

I really need to do this earlier in the day.  And not when I’m so sleepy.  But right after work, I’m wound up.  Plus Dale is usually up.  I try to wait until he’s in bed, because I do want this to be a surprise.

But I’m so sleepy.  But I need to do this.

Reasons I love Dale:
61. He doesn’t mind if I wake him up when I get home from work.
62. He likes to tell me about his day, and he likes to hear about mine.
63. All his little “quirks” that I would miss if he didn’t do them, but that sometimes drive me bonkers when he does do them.

That’s all I’ve got right now.  I’m so tired, I can’t think straight.



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