last night the mister and i went out for a little din-din. we went to the ale house, our favorite neighborhood pub. we ate. we drank. we paid our check. and then i glanced at the table where our used napkins were sitting side-by-side. mine was smoothed out and neatly folded. the mister's was crumpled into a ball and tossed on the table. i started laughing, because although i don't particularly want to be defined by a napkin, this is our relationship in a nutshell. i like things "just so" and the mister exists within a bubble of chaos. i guess there is truth in the old adage "opposites attract."
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