Two days in a row, now, I have called Jaimie on my way home from work. A rough transcript of the beginning of each conversation:

“Hello, Jaimie Dawn.”

“Hi! *belch*“

“You burped!”

“Yes. *giggle* Are you coming home now?”

Two days in a row. I’m eagerly awaiting today’s conversation to see if it happens again. Read on, intrepid explorer →

One evening recently, Jaimie went to bed early. I stayed up late working. Around 11pm, she walked out of our bedroom and stared at me, then proceeded to tell me about a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream, each one involving waking up in her bed – and several of them involving coming out and talking to me. Read on, intrepid explorer →