On Saturday, after power H&M accessory shopping with my mom (we sent dad off to comparison price digital cameras so that one day my blog might be pretty), the parents dropped me off at GYM's place in downtown Seattle.
Usually on the weekends, I'm about the doing, the going, the creating of food or shopping for food or at the very least planning what foods I must shop for in order to create something tasty. But this weekend, I just didn't have it in me. So I went in his room, flopped on the bed and pulled my book out of my purse. And started laughing.
Laughing because of what a ridiculously old couple we already resemble. Here I was, wearing my Sounders FC sweatshirt and reading Don't Know Much About History. Him wearing his Chelsea FC jersey and reading a book about Arabian history. Every once in a while, we would move to check an FB message or scroll through LL. After about an hour, we split a Carnevale Ale while watching the Sounders game with our computers on our laps, turning the Mariners game on the radio about an hour later.
I had no camera. But Saturday afternoon is captured perfectly in my memory. We fit together. We rest well together.
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That's pretty much a picture of Josh and I. We're the old couple, like all the time.
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