oratoryfluff's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - You know he loves you when you are having an asthma attack in the middle of the night. You search the house unable to find asthma medication. He gets up to help, and you give up..certain that it was thrown out, or expired..or abducted by aliens..or something. You send him back to bed because he has a long commute and a close to 12 hour day tommorrow. You ease back into a rocking chair, listening to the sound of your own wheezing and making mental notes about keeping spare inhalers even though you so rarely use them. As you are just about convinced that you will have to sit awake in the rocking chair all night listneing to the sounds of your own wheezes, he emerges from the back of the house beaming..holding your inhaler. It is a full 45 minutes after you had given up and told him to go on to bed...and he had still been looking that whole time anyway. Yes, he loves you, and you make a mental note to make sure he has coffee in his hand in the morning as the weather is terrible and it'll be a miserable commute. 12:14 a.m. - 2004-11-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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