Just got back from a wonderful Spartan filled weekend. Walking arm in arm with him sincerely feels like walking around in a dream. I'm a lucky gal...
Funny little story - we were packing up and Spartan accidentally brushed my shoulder so I pretended to be mortally wounded. He of course kissed it better (that was my ploy). I told him I was just kidding - that it didn't hurt and then promptly bent over to pick up my hairbrush and slammed my forehead into the vanity. Hard.
I also accidentally tripped the waiter at breakfast en route to the buffet. I think Spartan hangs out with me for comic relief.
Yep. I'm a cool chick.