I came home from girls' night out last night to find that B had unpacked
and set up our new Cuisinart "Brew Central" coffee maker, which had apparently arrived at some point
in the afternoon. He'd inserted the filter, run the sample batch, and had it ready to go for my
fruffy-cocktail-induced-slight-hangover morning. His sweetness knows no bounds.
It's just the kind of thing that had me smiling along the entire walk home from the corner where my shared
taxi with Denise dropped us off. Weaving through the crowds spilling out the Grog and Tankard and milling
along the sidewalk in front of Bourbon, I couldn't wait to get home to crawl up next to him-- to hear about
his night and tell him about mine. It seems so cloyingly sentimental, but I guess those feelings have to
truly exist out there for them to become cliché. |
