Sunday, October 26, 2014

The Last Two Hours

At ten o'clock tonight, Sunday night, David and I finally sat down on the sofa. Drinks in hand.

He looked at me and said "Hey. The weekend starts now."

If there are 48 hours in a weekend, then this weekend about 46 of them were filled with kids, chaos, chores, projects, friends, and not nearly enough sleep.

But it's okay, because the next two hours will consist of ONLY this
and this.

James Spader and David. An excellent way to spend the weekend.

Or, at least the last two hours of it.

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