This morning we slept in and were laying in bed not wanting to get up. I was trying to have a conversation with the man in my bed (to clarify, it was my husband) and was getting no response. I knew he was awake.
Sister Rain: “Why aren’t you talking to me?”
Mr. Sister Rain: “I’m checking my Twitter.”
In October we will be married for 20 years.
For richer or poorer.
In sickness and in health.
In technology and in electronics . . .
