I think my husband has been reading too much of my blog. He's getting so many hints from here. He's taking all my entries too seriously.
Last Saturday, he filled my sleepy morning with tickles that I got really pissed off, REALLY pissed off. Hahaha! You know how a woman's scourn could go. Wahehehe!
Anyways, Sunday morning was different. He didn't tickle me even once. Did my violent reaction scare the heck out of him? Maybe because we were both tired from the weekend getaway in Calaca, Batangas.
Monday morning. I was already getting worried. I think grumpy Saturday killed my wake-up tickles. How sad! How can I make him revive them without becoming so inconsistent? Sure, they can become so annoying. But most of the time, especially when I'm not so tired from work, I kind of look forward to it.
Tuesday. Wednesday. Got so jaded. Maybe more jaded because my morning dose of some loving has faded.
Sadness became me... Only to find out this morning that my husband has just changed his strategy. He accidentally woke me up while filling my face with butterfly kisses -- on my nose, my eyes, my cheeks, my lips--!
How sweet! Well, I'm liking this new morning therapy instead. Overdose me with butterfly kisses, Mahal... I don't care! I love it. I love you...
Last Saturday, he filled my sleepy morning with tickles that I got really pissed off, REALLY pissed off. Hahaha! You know how a woman's scourn could go. Wahehehe!
Anyways, Sunday morning was different. He didn't tickle me even once. Did my violent reaction scare the heck out of him? Maybe because we were both tired from the weekend getaway in Calaca, Batangas.
Monday morning. I was already getting worried. I think grumpy Saturday killed my wake-up tickles. How sad! How can I make him revive them without becoming so inconsistent? Sure, they can become so annoying. But most of the time, especially when I'm not so tired from work, I kind of look forward to it.
Tuesday. Wednesday. Got so jaded. Maybe more jaded because my morning dose of some loving has faded.
Sadness became me... Only to find out this morning that my husband has just changed his strategy. He accidentally woke me up while filling my face with butterfly kisses -- on my nose, my eyes, my cheeks, my lips--!
How sweet! Well, I'm liking this new morning therapy instead. Overdose me with butterfly kisses, Mahal... I don't care! I love it. I love you...
2 comments:
sweet pala si husband. good for you. good for both of you. i still think you're a charmer kaya lucky si husband.
why, thanks, eric! may i know who you are po? are you someone i know from way back? i need a full name po sana, if you don't mind. thanks!
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