I don't want to go to that job today
for fear of what I might miss,
A touch of your hand, a wink of your eye,
or maybe even a kiss.
It seems such a waste of time to leave
for something as silly as money,
So when I get there, I'll sit back in my chair,
And dream of my evenings with honey.
I found the above on my mirror last Friday. From my honey. And it still makes me sooo happy to see it there!
