SNOW IS FALLING ON CEDARS…
Alright! I know I’ve been neglecting my musings of Honey. I get your emails, but it’s been a tough couple of weeks that’s all I’m saying.
So tough, that I’ve barely been given enough time to spend with him to be inspired to write a post about his uniqueness. Well, sort of. He’s great material but frankly, I’ve been too tired to write any of it up. This in itself is funny, but I digress. So without further adieu, a slice of my life with Honey for those that have been asking. (Thanks for that btw)
Here’s Honey after I get home late for the third night in a row, “Hey, are you having an affair?”
Me dog tired, hungry and aggravated as hell. “Oh, sure, men are lining up for a piece of this.”
He grins. “It could happen.”
There’s me ripping off my shoes and huffing the bangs out of my eyes. “Yeah right.”
He grumbles, “So instead you come home to me like this? Gee, thanks.”
Hm. He had me there. So later that night there I am getting ready for bed and he’s like, well, you know? Ready for me to make it up to him. Here’s the conversation once we get into bed.
Him, “Come here.”
Me, “Sorry, too tired.”
Him *HUGE sigh*
Me defensive, “Oh no you don’t. What happened last night? We were both awake at three in the morning. Why didn’t you–”
Him growling, “How am I supposed to know your up for it then?”
Me, *Crickets*
Him ever resourceful, “We need a code. How about… Snow is falling on cedars.”
Me thinking weird, wasn’t that a movie? But hey, anything to get him off the topic at this point so I can get some sleep is looking pretty good. “Great.”
We getting into bed and both fall asleep, but then the evening bewitching hour arrives and it’s 3:30 in the morning. I open my eyes and he’s lying there awake. I blink and after I think about it I realize I’m wide awake too.
So, there’s me doing the equivalent of a mental shrug think, “Meh, what the hell.” I roll toward him and whisper, “Snow is falling on cedars.”
He sighs, “Nope.”
I’m not going to lie, I was kind of surprised. Honey rarely ever says no to this. “No? Why not?”
He’s back to growling. “Because there’s no wood in the forest.”
And there’s me lying there laughing my ass off. Ah, life. You gotta love it!
Riley
So tough, that I’ve barely been given enough time to spend with him to be inspired to write a post about his uniqueness. Well, sort of. He’s great material but frankly, I’ve been too tired to write any of it up. This in itself is funny, but I digress. So without further adieu, a slice of my life with Honey for those that have been asking. (Thanks for that btw)
Here’s Honey after I get home late for the third night in a row, “Hey, are you having an affair?”
Me dog tired, hungry and aggravated as hell. “Oh, sure, men are lining up for a piece of this.”
He grins. “It could happen.”
There’s me ripping off my shoes and huffing the bangs out of my eyes. “Yeah right.”
He grumbles, “So instead you come home to me like this? Gee, thanks.”
Hm. He had me there. So later that night there I am getting ready for bed and he’s like, well, you know? Ready for me to make it up to him. Here’s the conversation once we get into bed.
Him, “Come here.”
Me, “Sorry, too tired.”
Him *HUGE sigh*
Me defensive, “Oh no you don’t. What happened last night? We were both awake at three in the morning. Why didn’t you–”
Him growling, “How am I supposed to know your up for it then?”
Me, *Crickets*
Him ever resourceful, “We need a code. How about… Snow is falling on cedars.”
Me thinking weird, wasn’t that a movie? But hey, anything to get him off the topic at this point so I can get some sleep is looking pretty good. “Great.”
We getting into bed and both fall asleep, but then the evening bewitching hour arrives and it’s 3:30 in the morning. I open my eyes and he’s lying there awake. I blink and after I think about it I realize I’m wide awake too.
So, there’s me doing the equivalent of a mental shrug think, “Meh, what the hell.” I roll toward him and whisper, “Snow is falling on cedars.”
He sighs, “Nope.”
I’m not going to lie, I was kind of surprised. Honey rarely ever says no to this. “No? Why not?”
He’s back to growling. “Because there’s no wood in the forest.”
And there’s me lying there laughing my ass off. Ah, life. You gotta love it!
Riley
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