So in truth I submit this picture and wish it to represent the 9th anniversary of what an average Monday would be like for me. That would be my girl (or any girl who would regularly wear superhero tshirts because she really likes them) making chili and wild vegetable surprise salad for supper. She always makes sure we have wine with supper and dessert on the weekends.
She would then go to her drawing table and work on pages for our graphic novel (third successful one so far) while I do the housework and other such chores that she just hates.
We have a suicide pact if the dishwasher ever breaks. We have kitties we rescued from the shelter. My mother loves her as do my sister and my nephew and niece. She wants to marry me but only if it's a surprise she can just 'show up' too. It's taken me three years to plan it since the last time I was sloppy with my security and she totally figured it out weeks early.
How she stays with me after that I have no idea.
She brags to her friends about me because of all the things I do for her that allow her to achieve her full potential. She hates octopus and squids and will email me sightings she has made of them during her day. She buys me toys every year for Christmas and listens to me tell stories about my Dad no matter how many times she has heard them. She thinks I am the boy she met 'that' summer and will not be talked out of the fact that I am not.
Pretty sad dream isn't it? I know it will never happen and YOU know it will never happen and SHE knows it will never happens...so...sigh.
