I stuck my toes in the sand, pushing back the thought of what all might be in the sand. I went further down towards the water, not only was the sand burning on my feet, but it was full of ick things!
Of course once my feet ended up n the water all I could think about was the fact that the ocean was full of fish poop and other ick factors. I suppose the nice thing to do would be to keep these thoughts to myself, especially while we are standing in the water. But of course I can’t just keep that to myself. Oh no, I must share my horrible thoughts with him right in that moment. Something compels me to share it, leaving no dreadful thought unsaid.
he claims I spoil the moment, and well I agree that perhaps my timing is a bit off, I can’t help it. We are meant to share things with our close friends after all. And I love to share these thoughts with him. Mostly because he makes the most hysterical faces as his mind fills in the parts that I didn’t get!
I like to calls to love, he likes to call it cruel. But he got his feet out of the water and sand awfully fast so I conclude there is some truth to my points!