Okay, it's time to come clean and tell you the truth.
I live with an angel.
No no, not that kind of angel...
I was going to make a sappy list of why he is an angel. Of why we love him so much. Of how great he is. But the things is, he balances all that with a hearty dose of rotten and aloofness. Which, makes him a rather interestingly lovable creature.
He likes to teach lessons. Like how to do certain things a more efficient way, and how to use tools properly. Things like, how to live a more balanced life, and what is important versus that which is just pointless pond scum, and has no importance.
Or even, how you could tweak your painting to make it better.
Things which the girl he lives with doesn't always accept with open arms. But admits that, most of the time, his lessons are good.
Just don't tell him I told you that.
But, the best part of being the kind of angel he is, is that he lives whimsy.
And, he wears wings without flinching.
That says it all, don't you think?
Although, he is more like this kind of angel...
Now, I better go get dressed and get out of here before he sees this post ;)
See you beyond super soon ;)
ps: Oh and, he quite enjoys the same music as Michael, and eats bags of sugar (candy) and smells likes baking cookies. Go Figure...
pss: He might not even know he wears those wings. He sort of zones me out when he is playing solitaire, and I get away with all sorts of things ;)
psss: I am in trouble for posting just got out of bed hair ;)
