For the past couple of days the only thing we seem to talk about is which offer Trev should accept, moving details, a future place to call home, etc. No decision can seem to be made because we both have different ideas without the slightest inclination of giving in to the other. It's a good old fashion showdown. This morning i rush down stairs in a state of excitement:
"Trev! I have the best idea!"(Now Trev is pretty stoked b/c at this point he thinks i've come to a decision on how we're gonna solve our showdown. Or at least some deep and profound insight on how to fix it.)
::ring, ring:: (telephone rings. I know it's Camber because it's not even 8:30.)
"Hangon, i'll tell you and Camber both. We should ride scooters!"
Camber, always supportive of my lame ideas, was immediately on board. Trev agreed only because i was so excited.
I love you Trev.
It was the best morning in all the 4 years i've lived in Florida. Wow. All i needed was a slurpie. Blue- yeah, that would have been perfect.



1 comment:
Blue slurpie, huh?
Yeah, we just say "Juno" this weekend.
Gottcha.
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