There was a guy.
There was a girl.
They loved one another to distraction, and they had kids and got married and moved to a house in the country and were adopted by a cat and the girl found the MOST AWESOME purple and silver comforter on sale at Target and the guy said he didn't care that much that the comforter wasn't at all manly and life was good.
The guy often had to work out of town.
This made the girl very sad. The girl was not very good at actually SAYING she was sad, so she acted angry at the guy sometimes. A lot. Mostly on Sundays because the guy had to leave very early on Monday morning, and she began to really get nervous about the upcoming week and stress about being In Charge of the health, safety, transportation, and general well-being of all of the kids and the cat.
The guy was a very, very, patient guy. He took it in stride and spent a lot of Sundays walking around on eggshells and, I imagine, trying to figure out what in Heaven's Holy name he ever saw in this crazy chic that made him want to have kids and a cat and a super duper UNmanly comforter.
One time, the boy did not leave for his out of town work until Tuesday afternoon. Tuesday's happened to be the girl's day off from her job, so she drove him to his shop. During the drive to the shop, the guy made the girl laugh, because he is very good at making her laugh. After leaving him at the shop, she was driving home, alone. It was very quiet in the truck, and the girl realized that she maybe, once in awhile, needs to tell the guy that she appreciates him.
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