Secret Egret

Apr 02, 2005 17:53

Amidst the torrential rains last night, I attended a birthday party at a cabin in Townsend. When it came time to claim my place of slumber, I initially called dibs on the pull-out. But Chris' puerile pout (and my own stupidity) convinced me to sleep on the floor. I slept for four, undisturbed hours, until waking at 7 a.m., blanketless, shivering, and searching for that nonexisting, just-right position atop three couch cushions. After searching the cabin for every source of warmth, save baking myself in the oven, I stripped down, put on my bathing suit and climbed into the hot tub. It was the greatest feeling ever until I got accustomed to the water and started to fall asleep. I got out because I didn't want to drown.

Instead of napping at the dorm, I went to Chelsey's house to nap with her because she opted not to participate in the clean-up due to the weather. We both completely expected to sleep for a few hours. But of course, we didn't. We just lay there laughing until it hurt about random stuff.

Sometime during our relationship, we came up with the term "Christmas isthmus." Today Chelsey blurted out a new one: secret egret. Being so pleased with herself, she began repeating it rapidly, and then sent what she intended to be a shadow head-butt my way. Her forehead/temple connected with my eye/eyebrow. We commenced to convulsing with laughter and holding our respective injured regions. I love her.
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