First of all, I must apologize to anyone still anxiously awaiting my posts for my trip to Florida. I can assure they are on their way, and would be here already if I could find a place to log on the the internet with my Laptop (like say, my own home)... well, let's face it... the real problem is that I've been kidnapped by crazy Illinesians for the last month, their just so impressed with my innate ability to procure information they thought that I was some sort of genius, turns out I was sick with the flu. Ok, so maybe that's not the whole truth -- they were from Indiana, and I wasn't sick with the flu, but I'm pretty sure someone kidnapped me!
Anyway, getting back to why I set out to make such a late night rendevous with my computer and assert my own literary genius and dark and shadowed world of Interenet slimeballs and Angels alike -- my wife. Joel, you'll be especially attuned to what I'm about to spew forth from my fingers, but to the rest of you out there reading, "Read and be saddened by what you don't have -- then maybe that'll light a fire under your butts" (YOU know who you are Scotty H., Dubey... ahhemm... Seth ahhhem...)
As I was saying before I interrupted myself -- I was up tonight working on some preliminary reading for one of my classes when I decided it was high time to go to bed. My eyes were getting heavy and I had already nodded off once for 5 or 10 minutes. I packed up my hovel on the couch and headed to the bedroom were I slipped off my shorts (I Was wearing boxers underneath you sickos) and I proceeded to slip into bed. There I was in bed with my slumbering wife just feet from me, when I did something I don't often do... I reached over and touched her running my hand over her back. I didn't wake her nor was I trying to, I simply was facinated by the creature so gently sleeping next to me that I was taken back by how amazing it is that I'm married. She's an angel, and I realize I'm using poetic liscense to say that, but there's just something about her lying there in her t-shirt and white sweat pants -- still and quiet -- asleep, that is absolutely angelic. I know there may be those out there who would poo poo such a sweet response to my wife as this, but they are haters who don't understand the Joy that comes from seeing someone lay next to you and know without a shadow of a doubt that that person will not leave you nor ever forget her love for me. I think this is my favorite part of being married -- watching her sleep, and gently touching her form as she does -- that's some good stuff man!!
