Sunday afternoons are for playing the piano (me) and the guitar (him).
Clint likes to sing in the craziest voices at church sometimes. Usually it's a really deep, bellowing voice. Occasionally with a strange accent. It embarrasses me so much, which is the only reason he does it. Today I leaned over and whispered to him: It's your goal in life to always make me uncomfortable, isn't it?. He laughed and replied in the affirmative, adding: and to make you happy.
Sunday, March 20, 2011