I was sitting here in bed a while ago this morning, and heard noises from the kitchen… when I went out later to investigate, I found this.
He washed the dishes for me. ALL of them. He loves me.
If I can manage to stop coughing long enough, I might thank him PROPER tonight… ;P
Ian jammed a finger during basketball the other night. It’s not looking very pretty. He insists that there’s no need to go to the Dr.
Doesn’t it look like it’s about ready to burst?
PS… I’ll have you know he was quite the sport to pose for these. Apparently, the bending is an issue.