It was a lazy Sunday morning. Neither he nor I had to get up early to tranq violent dogs before they had their grooming appointment or get up to shovel the driveway. Instead we stayed in bed and cuddled (I know, I know, TMI) while enjoying the the musical styling's of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Then, this happened:
Andy [lays his head tenderly on my chest]: Hey! I can't hear your heartbeat!
Bee: I'm sure it's there.
Andy: Oh yeah! There it is!
Bee: I knew it would be.
Andy: Yep, I hear your heartbeat and your indigestion. Gurgle gurgle gurgle!
Bee: ...
Say it with me, "Awwwwww!"
if you eat jalapeño-anchovy-pineapple pizza really fast before going to bed your tummy sounds like a symphony orchestra.
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You lost me at "listening to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir".
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Thud. Thud. Burp.
a couple who can share digestion is a happy one indeed.
ReplyDeleteMy Drew keeps me informed of what his nasal discharge looks like. I wish I were kidding
It must be comforting to know that, should you die in your sleep, Andy will realise and have the emergency services there first thing in the morning.
ReplyDeleteSo sweet, so sweet.
ReplyDeleteaw. that IS romantic!
ReplyDeleteAwww, how cute!
ReplyDeleteYou cuddle while listening to the Tabernacle Choir???? :)
ReplyDeleteHe may not be romantic but he is funny. That is more important.
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