Instead of the usual routine of tackling me or pinning me down and tickling my feet while I hit snooze no less than 20 times, this morning A. snuggled up to me and asked if I'd like a donut for breakfast.
"And coffee?" I mumbled, still vaguely aware of my morning dream, warm under the covers. (And it was such an awesome dream! I dreamed that my sister, T., just gave birth to a little boy with lots and lots of dark hair. It was one of those dreams where you feel things, you know? I woke up this morning feeling like I'd just held an hour-old newborn, all warm and snuggly and smooshy up against my chest. Oh, man.)
"Of course!" (His ass is a little too chipper in the morning, if you ask me.)
While he drove into town to pick up my favorite breakfast in the whole wide world,* I hopped in the shower. A. returned as I was getting dressed for the day. While smearing on some eye shadow, A. came up to me, grabbed my plentiful rear, and said, "You have the best ass, ever. Don't ever lose it!"
Sweet! This was one fantastic morning!
* Sweet, sugary donuts and bitter, black coffee is my favorite combination of flavors and textures, ever. So yummy. However, while running around Scotland, JelBel and I had the most incredible breakfast in Edinburgh. Warm chocolate soup and fresh croissants. I went back for at least three, maybe four more croissants in order to mop up every last bit of the chocolate. Oh, Lord have mercy that breakfast was divine. If I find something comparable here in the States, A. will never have to worry that my ass will disappear. It will be guaranteed to be quite visible and even more plentiful.