Darrin and I went for a walk around Minneapolis yesterday evening. I mean, you don’t just hear “fifty degrees and sunny” on the local news and not go on a walk. We decided to trek across the Stone Arch Bridge and into the downtown area so we could peak at the ginormous football stadium being built in what we like to consider our backyard. While I kept squinting up at the stadium and talking to Darrin and walking and talking and looking at Darrin and talking and then squinting and talking and walking (you get the point), Darrin suddenly grabbed my arm and said “Gracie!” right before giving me a slight shove to his left. I finally looked down at my feet and realized that I was inches away from placing my Nike’s on the stomach of one very dead rabbit. YOU BET I SHRIEKED.
But look! A moral!
True love is saving each other from stepping on roadkill.
Thanks for the romantic gesture, husband. It was much appreciated.