Making Up

It was pretty passive-aggressive* of me to post about how mad I was at Matthew in the middle of the night while he was sleeping, but I had to get it off my chest, cause it just hurt like a weight. Getting made up to was perfect though. He went out last night and scraped the snow off my car so I wouldn't have to do it this morning. That's love, scraping snow and ice in the middle of the night.

*A disorder no longer recognized by the DSM.