You’re just not going to get anything profound out of me until I get back. I’m too busy. I do have to give props to my hubby for this, though:

We were driving home from Hampshire on Monday evening. It’s a bit of a drive. It was dark, because we’d stayed far too late, and the full moon was spilling all over the passenger side of Timothy’s car. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him looking at me. I turned to meet his stare and remind him to watch the road, but he cut me off, “You make the moonlight beautiful.”

Sorry ladies, I got the best one.