Well, I would not feel so all alone

This is a photo of Geoff's Aunt's dogs, Monty and Scamper.  I'm not really sure which one is which.

While we were in Vermont enjoying Christmas with Geoff's family, Scamper accidentally ate a chocolate chip cookie laced with pot.

Let me just let that sink in.

INTERNET, THE DOG GOT STONED!*

And then all night long, we made jokes about how we should send the leftover chips and dip home for the dog because he'll probably get the munchies later.

And then we took to calling Scamper, "Stoner."

It basically went downhill from there.

And ever since then, I've had this song stuck in my head.

I hope your Christmas was as "merry" as Stoner's, err, I mean, Scamper's!

 

*Don't panic. They took him to the vet and he's fine.

hold on

In the almost, but not quite, middle of the night, I snuggled close to my sweetie,
and asked, in a soft whisper, "Will you please hold my hand?"

Four hours before we fought over whose turn it was to change the baby's diaper.
Five hours before he was annoyed with me for leaving the water pitcher empty.
Six hours before I was annoyed at him for leaving his clothes all over.
Seven hours before we fought over whose turn it was to walk the dogs.

One minute after he intertwined his fingers with mine.

And I snuggled there in the dark, both loving and being loved.
And I tried to hold on to that feeling because that is the one that matters.

And I'm writing it down now because I know it will be hard to hold on to that. 
Especially if I get home and find his socks still on the floor.

Jack ass