What Helen said...

It was at 6:30 in the morning when she said, what i think to be one of the cutest things. Helen had had probably about 2 hours of light sleeping, having finished work, when she stirred a bit as I suddenly said, without purpose of actual conversation, that I had filed Saturday off. To which she, being somewhere in the middle of awake and Never Neverland, said that it was good that I did and that she was bringing her Australian friends to Greenbelt that day. For the shopping. At which I reluctantly answered back the idea that maybe I could hang around McDonald's and read a book or something while they do their shopping.

Now, normally, I'm used to situations where saying something like this could get you into trouble and would probably lead to one those big fights over small things. Relationships are exageratingly bizaare sometimes. And this is something I had just realized after the words had already left my mouth. Tact is a word not often used in men's vocabulary.

Despite my anxiety, she just closed her eyes and with a very satisfying smile in her face said, "No. You're coming with ME." And she turned in and floated off to sleep. I found myself, as I was walking past the bedroom door and headed off to work smiling.