Pajamas, curry, and sex

Friday night Andrew got more scared than he'd ever been. Friday night I probably scared him more than I've ever scared anybody before (though I suppose my mom could give him a run for his money at least).

It's no good to scare someone you love. But I think it's even worse if you don't even remember doing it.

I could've done without that discovery.

( How my clown pajamas got their (sorta) public debut. )

( Wherein my favorite breakfast is complimented by an ambulance man. )

( The sex scene. )

I've been fine ever since. Exhausted, but fine. Life goes on; that's my favorite thing about it.