this is how i know he "gets" me
phil told me that last night he woke up with an overwhelming urge to eat cake frosting. he said he felt like he was going to die if he didn't have it right then and there, so he found some in the cabinet (available for emergencies just like this) and just ate it from the can. after laughing hysterically to this, i replied by saying, "now you know how it feels to be me."
now, to me (and probably only me, but that's how i like it), that's love. forget sharing a heart and a life, we share cravings. and cravings for cake frosting from the can, no less. mmm...