It's So Hard To Admit

You know when you argue about something, and the other person is pretty much right, but you just hate to be that dog that lies on its back whimpering for you to pet its belly? Yeah. That's hard.

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Anyhow, although the issue is smoothed out and things are understood and it wasn't worth the argument in the first place, it still takes a while to get back into touchy feely mode. And I really want to get back. I mean, he still smells so good. And that spot where his hair parts at the very back of his head from his nap on the couch--it just needs kissing. But somehow it would be kind of awkward. I made his coffepot this morning and even fixed our little sandwiches for our Saturday afternoon lunch that we like. Ah, the bear takes a while to get over his growl.

This afternoon our task is to find the perfect birthday present for the four year old son of our friends. He is a rowdy great kid and we've been looking forward to his birthday party. But what does a four year old really yearn for in his heart? Remember when you were a kid and your relatives bought you considerate, useless presents that left you disappointed? Not because they weren't what you wanted, but because it meant that the people you loved didn't know you well enough to get the right thing. Maybe a four year old won't think like that. I was just a moody kid. But I really want to avoid that by buying the coolest present. Still, we are friends of the family so we can't outdo any of his official relatives. Oh the soap opera of a kid's birthday! I'll let you know how it turns out.

Sorry for the absence but due to my grumpy post-argument mood I didn't want to mouth off until I felt a bit more collected. You know.