Kindness Interlude

So I'm about ready to do my Saturday errand run or the things I normally do like stop at the post office, drop some things off at Goodwill, go for a walk.

What would I like to do on a Saturday morning?  Well here's my kindness interlude.

I would stop and see my favorite human.  I would maybe bring something he likes, a favorite bagel.  Coffee.  His likes would be my favorite errand of the morning. 

I would totally be turned on by messy hair in the morning when I see him and make a wisecrack.  He would be amused.  He would get that the wise crack comes from love, not a making fun in some stupid way.  

I would get the best hug.  He would be a good hugger.  All of the stress from the week would be melted by this hug.  

Would there be any making out or other things such as that?  Well yes and yes and yes.  Mind your business, please.  This isn't that type of blog post.  No peeking.

We would sit and talk about our week.  He would talk more than me and I would really like that.  I'm zonked from people and would just like to listen to him because I really like the sound of his voice.  It's kind of comforting.

We would maybe go for a walk with his dog, who totally likes me and wants to hang with me when they see me.  I don't care what type of dog he has as long as I can pet it and the dog isn't a biter.

He might tag along for some of the errands I have and maybe want to spend the day doing the errands with my mom.  For some strange and nice reason, he's amused by my mom's sarcasm and he's got a rapport with her.  

Or maybe we'd part for the morning while he spent time with his kids and would come over for the evening.  Maybe we'd go somewhere.  Doesn't have to be out to eat.  Or to a movie.  Or anywhere.  It's just being around each other that makes the evening nice.  He's maybe not a cat person, not a cat hater but never really liked one until he met Precious.

It would just be a really kind and nice day.  It would be a nice day to be around my favorite human.  

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