Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Best Wishes

She plucked a rogue eyelash from his cheek and leaned in close with it balancing on the end her finger.

"Make a wish," she said.

"I wish you'd get that thing out of my face," he responded without skipping a beat.

And that, my friends, is precisely why she loved him so.

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The divine PB&J in me, salutes the divine PB&J in you.