makes me happy.
About that bickering I mentioned was going on last week,
there was one morning,
when I was half done through making the bed...
and I got distracted by some clothes that needed tending to.
It was at that same moment when Kev walked in the bedroom.
"What's up with that?!?" he questions,
"Are you really that angry with me?"
I wasn't and actually had no clue what he was talking about until I turned to look at what he was indignantly gesturing at.
I had only made my half of the bed.