I just wanted to share one of the 10 million reasons why I am so head over heels for Carey. This conversation is taken from memory, as much as possible, from last night as we lay in bed:
Ron: I’m really excited about writing again. I’ve had a story idea running through my mind all weekend.
Carey: You should write about that dream you had last week where I had shark DNA.
Ron: Ummmmmm. . . I don’t think so. That story would . . . bite.
Carey: No seriously, babe, I think it’s something people could really . . . sink their teeth into.
Ron: Nah – that story would be too . . . deep . . . for most people.
Carey: No need to be so . . . crabby . . . about it.
Ron: Sorry. I . . . . eel . . . badly now.
Carey: Holy mackerel. That was bad!
Ron: Watch it, you’re sailing into murky waters now.
Carey: So you should stop . . . floundering . . . with these bad puns.
Ron: What? You think I should just roll over and hide in my shell?
Carey: ~groans~ Go to sleep!
Ron: Ok. Remind me tomorrow morning that I have to . . . tuna . . . piano at my parents house.
Carey: ~laughing~ Who DOES this?
Ron: Just us.
Carey: Goodnight, sweetheart.
Ron: Good night honey. ~reaches over and scratches her back~ Is your back . . . urchin?
Carey: I’m begging you to stop!!!!
Ron: Ok – don’t be crabby.
Carey: I already said that.
Ron: No you didn’t.
Carey: Yes I did, now please, please, please, let me go to sleep. ~kisses me and gives me the “or else” look~