WHY AM I SUCH A KLUTZ SINCE I MET HIM!?

So, when Manny got out of work he was really tired. I was all ready to cook dinner, and just chill out...what we've been doing pretty much since I moved here. But, he's had a really long and difficult week and he said, "Let's just go somewhere." One of his last customers of the day was a woman who just lost her husband of many years to lung cancer last month. She looked at Manny and just said "I miss my best friend...I miss my husband." If he hadn't already been tired, he would have been exhausted emotionally by her. He came home and told me about it and almost cried.

So, we got into the car and drove down to the Gulf (only about 30 minutes away from us) in Kemah and Seabrook. While we were down there, Manny said, "Honey, would you like to have seafood for dinner?" It ended up that we went on an "adventure" and ate at this little out of the way place under the bridge into Kemah called "Outriggers." The food was delicious...we had grilled shrimp in garlic butter, and dirty cajun rice, and steamed vegetables. I even had a Margarita! (It was delicious!) I thanked him again and again, and he said, "Sweetie, we both needed to get out. No...YOU needed to get out." He's so thoughtful.

That night, once we got home, he just looked at me, held my face in his hands, and said "You're so beautiful. I love you. "

In the meantime, however, when we were leaving the apartment complex, we got the mail. I opened the big iron-cast door, and slammed the unusually extended hasp into my mouth. I was never a klutz till I met him. It swelled, but fortunately, because of my full lips, it didn't really show, but it looks like I've got a nice bloodblister now. AAAAAAAAARGH! I was gonna put a picture of it up, but it's too yucky. Manny's afraid people will think he beats me!