I seem to recall reading somewhere a long time ago about a husband who wouldn't pick back when the wife tried to pick a discussion. I thought, who in the world has a husband who doesn't pick back? I think that is me now. I am the woman who has a husband who doesn't pick back when the wife, being me, tries to pick a discussion.
There have been about eleventy billion times since Friday that I have wished I could have just eaten my words with a hint of mustard and pickle relish instead of spouting them out.
I could blame it on hormones, or I could blame it on the fact that I'm now comfortable enough with Mr Lemon (besides the fact that we have been now, today, dating for 6 months, married for over 3 months, and expecting a baby in 7 months) to really let him know what I'm thinking, or I could blame it on the fact that I can't seem to keep my mouth shut when my blood starts boiling from my toenails.
But anyways. I just want to make it very clear that I am very appreciative of the patience Mr Lemon so lovingly displays to me. And that he is very forgiving of my mouthiness, since I'm very willing to apologize when I'm oh so very wrong. And how many more times in this post can I say "very"?
Mr Lemon is going to laugh when he reads this, but in the end of the evening I get to come home to him and sit on his lap while he tells me how much he loves me, and that's all that matters.
Happy 6 month date-i-versary, Babe.
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