But last night, late Thanksgiving Evening, after turkey, gravy and pie, he had my back, yet again. This was our text convo:
Me: Shit's getting REAL at the Target. Someone just cut. It got ugly. Please go to Home Depot, we need tarps, a shovel, and 50 lbs of Lyme.
SK: On my way
Me: I always knew you had my back. You *might* want to grab my passport too, just in case.
SK: Go bag already packed, along with the emergency cash. We are good to go.
Me: I LOVE YOU BABY!! (ala Natural Born Killers)
Me, and Sky King. 180 pounds ago. Mostly mine.
See? I heart him, SO DAMN HARD.