Married to a poet

Last night, we’re just about to fall asleep, when Guion’s phone starts buzzing.

Abby: Ugh. What is that?
Guion: Oh, the switch on my phone is broken. The switch between… um… shiver and vocal.
Abby: Shiver and vocal? Do you mean vibrate and normal? What is wrong with you?!
Guion: Sorry! I’m a POET!

Lots of laughter over that one…

Meanwhile, we’re jetting off to Raleigh this weekend for Win’s graduation from NC State! Yay! Hope your weekend is also full of celebration.

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