I’ve not been having the greatest day — just feeling very hormonal and restless.
But earlier today, as we chilled on the couch together and I whined about how none of our potential New Year’s Eve plans sounded interesting, Chris said, “Well, we could just stay home and relax tonight.”
Of course, I whined, “Every year it’s just you and I, it’s boring.”
And he answered, quietly, with a smile: “Next year it won’t be.”
2009 is going to be surreal…