It was chilly this weekend, so we had no definite plans. We took the Littles to Buddy's and out for ice cream afterwards. And we watched a lot of tv. Also, our fridge broke, so we pulled out the ice chest to keep necessities cool until the repair man could come this morning. Turns out I'm not a very clean housewife when it comes to refrigerators. You should have seen the shiz he pulled out of the vents. Yikes.
All weekend, I thought about how cute Mr. Keller is, and how, if he wants to do something sweet for me, he doesn't bring home flowers or do the dishes. He just doesn't shave. And I love it.
Being married constitutes all sorts of perfection, such as always having oversized sweats to wear and someone warm to hold you, but also (and perhaps best of all), always having someone to make chocolate cake with at 11pm on a sunday night. We didn't go to sleep until one. Sundays are good like that.
I'm sleepy today.
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