I'd say life is like a box of miniature cupcakes that come in a variety of flavors, except no, it isn't.
As if that weren't enough she dragged me to a movie. In a cinema. Where we were surrounded by other people. Hadn't we just done this the previous week? In London no less?
|She never looks this happy with me.|
|And this is a terrible angle besides.|
|Do I look amused?|
The best I can say of the evening, besides having come out of it in one piece, is that I walked away with pastries to my name. (Though my name is not Mike.)
The final touch to the weekend was Christmas decorating. Look, there can only be one star at the top of the tree . . .
Just as well she chose the other one; not a terribly comfortable perch, and I can't imagine having been required to stay there for a week or more.
Whether I survive the remainder of the holidays remains to be seen.