Am running late due to Ned-ing yesterday. Here he is using my nice reading glasses, opening his gifts. I got him a radio that he asked for, and ...other things. I got him some stuff that is part of a joke between us. I don't have to tell EVERYTHING on this blog, do I?
We ate Italian food at this place that's been around since God wore the short pants, and we went to the book store so Ned could get a book he wanted. I was tempted to buy Gary Dell'abate's autobiography, because I'm deep, but I did not.
Then we went to Ned's and made out on his couch like we were 15.
I love Ned, you guys. Ludicrous amounts. Even if he is much older. (Gold digger!!)