Tonight at dinner we got a little frustrated with each other. I tried to make it up to him by leaving plastic army men outside his apartment with a card that said something along the lines of, “I heard George Bush and Saddam Hussein had iraqconcilable differences, but I think we’ll be just fine.”
He just showed up on my doorstep with these and a quip that things weren’t just fine, but “eggscellent.”
My heart is very, very happy.