I’m thisclose to finishing a post about our trip to Nashville, Louisville & the Creation Museum from last month. I just have to add pictures! Maybe that will get done tonight. I have high hopes.
In the meantime, enjoy another volume of Forest says!
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In the middle of the night:
F: A plane just took off. Did you see it, babe?
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In a text during the day:
F: I just want you to know that I’ve been in a good mood all day! Idk why. Like I’m not usually in a bad mood, but I’m noticeably more chipper today!
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A Thursday morning before work:
C: I’m wearing jeans today because I don’t have work pants that are clean… or that I want to wear.
A text later in the morning after I got to work:
F: you inspired me to wear jeans today.
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F: I don’t know how people say you don’t look 7 months pregnant. I mean you’re like bam.
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In the middle of the night:
F: Indie Lyyyyyynn… [Rolls over to face me] Is everything ok?
C: Yes, you’re the one who woke me up…
F: I’m sorry. I was just afraid she’d jump on the counter
He did not remember this conversation the next morning. Indie’s middle name is Mavis so I had already assumed he wouldn’t remember anything since he called her Indie Lynn.
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A text after lunch:
F: THERE ARE 500 PARKING SPOTS IN THIS GARAGE AND SOMEONE HAS THE AUDACITY TO PARK IN MINE??!!!! lol I park there every day.
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As I walked through the living room to put my ice cream bowl in the sink:
F: aheeeeeeem cough cough cough [points to his bowl]
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As we were browsing through Buy Buy Baby:
F: I’m really diggin’ the fox thing.
He melts into a puddle at anything woodland themed with foxes for the nursery
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Talking about my hair:
F: You kinda went from a bun to a rooster tail.
Later in the day:
F: I kinda like your rooster tail.
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While watching the end of The Rookie on tv, when Dennis Quaid’s character comes out onto the field to pitch:
F: I just got goose bumps.
C: chuckle & grin
F: What? This is a great movie!
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During our Sunday afternoon meal planning for the week:
F: And Friday will be ‘F yourself’ since you have girls night.
We usually designate nights that one of us won’t be home for dinner FFY = fend for yourself. Yes, I did write ‘F yourself’ for Friday’s dinner. ;)
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In the middle of the night:
F: I can handle this. Yeah, I’m sure. I’m a cop. Well at least as a side job.
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If you’re interested, you can read past Forest Says posts here – VOL 5 / VOL 4 / VOL 3 / VOL 2 / VOL 1.
Until next time — Cindy
a view from the shore 