It’s morning. I’m sitting at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal, typing a story for the newspaper.
I figure Joe is asleep in the bedroom.
He’s not. He’s awake in bed.
He calls out, “Heidi?”
And I say, “Yes?”
And he says, “Thank you for going out with me in the first place.”
But he’s so raspy and quiet I have to ask him to repeat the sentence because I think he said, thank you for Googling me in the fast lane.
So he repeats, “Thank you for going out with me in the first place.”
And then adds, “When I think about it, it makes me warm and fuzzy.”