Dawn's Digression.
Thursday, January 08, 2004
My Distraction.
I have a picture frame that you can put two pictures in back to back. From the front you see one picture. From the back, you see another. On one side of this frame, I have had a picture of us in OR in 2002. On the other side is a picture of Michele at the Grease party back in 2001. I've had the OR zoo picture facing me since I put it in the frame, so it has been at least a year and a half. I was re-organizing my desk the other day, and I saw the picture of Michele at the Grease party. I put it right over here to the left of my monitor (It used to sit on the desk behind me. I sure am going to miss this big ass cube!).
I am SO distracted by this picture. It is my very favorite picture of her. She looks so damn cute here, IMHO. Makes me want to go home and fondle hold her hand. It's too bad her eyes are red in this picture because she has really beautiful eyes. I'm not sure I've ever dated a girl with blue eyes before. And look at those eyebrows! She doesn't even have to pluck them and I hate her for it. I have goofy eyebrows. One of them is pointy. Anyway, I feel like a complete idiot for being utterly distracted by this picture that is years old. It's nice to feel like an idiot about something like that.
The last few days have been a dream at home. They really have. We stayed up until almost 2am Tuesday night just talking. We were actually asking each other questions about our past relationships. It is so weird to be married to someone I've only known for a short period of time. It seems sometimes like I don't know her at all because she had this whole life before me. The others I dated, I grew up with, and I understood where they came from and knew about their growing experiences. At least she isn't boring me with the same ol' stories over and over. :)
Hmmm. Somehow it doesn't look quite as good here. Oh well.

The last few days have been a dream at home. They really have. We stayed up until almost 2am Tuesday night just talking. We were actually asking each other questions about our past relationships. It is so weird to be married to someone I've only known for a short period of time. It seems sometimes like I don't know her at all because she had this whole life before me. The others I dated, I grew up with, and I understood where they came from and knew about their growing experiences. At least she isn't boring me with the same ol' stories over and over. :)
Hmmm. Somehow it doesn't look quite as good here. Oh well.
Dawn, 4:00 PM