Quote: More certain each day that my M will end in D.
Don't let it be a self-fulfilling prophecy, Tim.
On Thursday morning, I go upstairs before I have to drive S12 to school, and lay down in bed with my W, listen to NPR, and chat briefly. She "lets me" hold her, and, this morning I laid my head down on her chest...right on her boob. No protest. If only my ears were hands. Anyway, I started to leave, was reasonably happy, and made the grand mistake of nibbling on her earlobe. She said that I KNEW she didn't like that, and that I should not nibble on her earlobe. I have trouble keeping track of all the things I'm supposed to do, not supposed to do, etc., so I must've forgot about the earlobe prohibition. I left the room (shaking my head) sad and dejected. I'm shaking my head now because I see how stupid it is that I felt sad about this. I have to stop letting her affect my moods so much.
