Rule Of Life. If You Bother To

It’s The Way He Had A Cup Of Tea Waiting For Me When I Woke Up. It’s The Way He Turned On His Laptop Especially For Me To Look Up All My Internet Horoscopes And Helped Me Choose The Best One. He Knows All The Crappy, Embarrassing Bits About Me That I Normally Try To Hide From Any Man For As Long As Possible… And He Loves Me Anyway.

Our Eyes Met In The Math Class. How Were We To Know That Trigonometry Would Lead To Matrimony?

What Are They Waiting To See?" Sam Follows My Gaze And I Shrug. "who Knows? You Could Always Do A Dance, Or Tell A Joke, Or... Kiss The Bride?" "not The Bride," He Wraps His Arms Around Me, And Gradually Pulls Me Close. Our Noses Are Practically Touching. I Can See Right Into His Eyes. I Can Feel The Warmth Of His Skin. "you." Me. "the Girl Who Stole My Phone." His Lips Brush Across The Corner Of My Mouth. "the Thief." "it Was In A Bin." "still Stealing." "no It Isn't-," I Begin. But Now His Mouth Is Firmly On Mine, And I Can't Speak At All. And Suddenly, Life Is Good.

Why On Earth Declutter When You Can Just Shrinkwrap?

I Am Not A Label Snob And Have Learned That The Thrill Of Shopping Can Be Just As Great, If Not More So, When You Find A Bargain.