We’re staying with Simon’s parents while we get our feet on the ground here in England, which is, let’s be honest, less than ideal.
However, they’re lovely, and it’s all made bearable by the fact that Simon’s dad is the cutest man alive.
This morning, I was making a pot of coffee (as is my role in the Dwight household), when in he walked.
Him: What are you doing there?
Me: I may or may not be making a big ol’ pot of coffee.
Him: Got any going spare?
Me: Maybe.
Him: (standing on one foot) Got any going spare for your one-legged father-in-law?
See? Cute.
🙂 🙂 🙂 sweet