If I didn't love him, I wouldn't care about having a biting come back. This is my way of saying that I care.

Ching is away...until Thursday night.   To make me even more jealous, he is in Florida while the air is so cold  here in the Northeast, I feel like I am surrounded by an air slushy.  I swear that I got a brain freeze headache when I walked into the night air.

In case I am missing my main man, I just re-play the conversation that we had when the lights went out. (Blurry lines, blurry lines, flashback to last night....)

JCW is quietly getting comfortable, waiting for the Ambien to kick in for the night.  Freakin' kick in!  It doesn't kick in soon enough.
CCW:  "Just to let you know, I am kind of gassy."
JCW:  Jesus Christ, what a way to turn a girl on.  "What do you me kind of?"
CCW:  "I don't think it's going to be that bad."
JCW:  "I don't think it's going to be that good.  Thanks for the warning."
CCW starts to move closer toward the middle of the bed.
JCW:  Jesus, don't move the covers, it shifts any potential smell.
CCW:  As he brushes his foot on my leg,  "Oh, that's kind of prickly."
JCW:  Are you freakin' kidding me?  In place of shaving my legs, I folded the household's laundry.  "Give me a break...do you feel me poking your gut saying, 'Oh that's flubby.'"
CCW: "Oh I forgot to tell you, I lost some weight."
JCW:  "How do you know?"
CCW:  "My pants are loose."
JCW:  "Sounds like they need to be washed.  They probably could stand up on their own.  Let's wash your pants, then try them on and then see how loose they are....or you can do what most do and get on a scale?"
CCW:  "I know that I feel thinner."
JCW:  "Just like my legs feel smoother."

I do realize that Ching and I will be married for another 60 years.  If I didn't love him, I wouldn't care about having a biting come back.  This is my way of saying that I care.