Sweet Nothings
Last night we watched the documentary Gigantic, about uber cool band They Might Be Giants. It was good, but not in the way you'd expect from a band like They Might Be Giants.
After it was over, I told Dan: "You're my favorite rock star that I have sex with."
I couldn't hear what he mumbled back, but it sounded like "Thank you." (It better have been "Thank you.") (Maybe I should say these things when he's awake.)
