The perfect weather and gray skies that makes the real me rear it's ugly head. It's like I'm a werewolf and this is my full moon.
My love, coming to eat with me.
My LOVE trying to run me over after spending 30 minutes with me and realizing for the umpteenth billion time that I'm crazy. But he's just so in love, he can't help himself. So instead he tries to run me over every time he has this realization.
Trying to get away as I snap pictures of him. "Agh - you're crazy!"
Until the next time I can show you how crazy I am... Goodbye my love...