When Kirk left I moved to the couch. Not permanently or anything, just for the nights. I did the same thing when he went to Italy a couple of years before. It wasn't the best thing on the back, but our couch was friendly and squashy and not-too-large while our bed was king-sized and distinctly empty.
Actually, there was a more practical reason when he was in Italy. He would call when he got a free moment, and that free moment was often in the very-unsocial hours of the night. If I slept on the couch I could keep the cordless phone on the floor and answer it before I was even awake.
Kirk didn't call from Turkey. He emailed a lot, and used IM all the time, but he didn't really call except for the first 'I'm here, I'm fine' one.
Still, I moved onto the couch, and spent the quiet hours of the night almost, but not quite, awake and listening for the phone to ring.
5 comments:
you have couch entry twice
smart aleck! This one wasn't my fault though - blogger took it upon itself somehow. I'm sticking to that story so don't even try...
so...blogger, where were you on the night of today? don't even try the innocent act, i happen to know that it was YOU!!! you have the perfect motive, the perfect time, the perfect movie accent! i charge thee blogger with the doubling of the couch entry!!! how do you plead?!
ooooooh Brother.
i liked that quicksand couch, especially when mulli sat on us, we would sink into the couch, and never be seen again. where do you think my youngest sister went???
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