Double dipping

Ok, I'm giving you two posts, because I realized the last two posts now are about negatives on the Remix front, not the positives, and I'd hate to risk giving my audience the wrong idea. So for clarification's sake, please note that the two weeks in between the last post and the one before were fabulous. Unfortunately for my readership, the continued success of the budding relationship does not generally insipre me to write the same way unburdening myself of my mistakes does.

That said, let me tell you about yesterday. 3rd person narrative style, because I need the practice...

The couple got in the car already smiling. Unshowered, unshaven, with the early Sunday morning determination that only comes from the prospect of some enjoyable event--the antithesis of families getting in the car for church. An hour drive, laughing and talking, he sneaking glances at her pretty smile, taking solace in her obvious contentment.

Later, in an apple orchard, they both reminisce about past experiences with bushels and short ladders, and they are both relieved to see that the new memories will not taint the old. Holding hands, stealing kisses, everyone around them can see how obnoxiously in love they are. He helps her load her apples on the wagon, though they both know she doesn't need it, and they joke about falling off as the tractor plods back to the barn.

Holding hands and filling a basket with smoked meats and cider donuts, she turns and smiles. She's happy, and says so. He agrees. This has almost become familiar enough that they're barely surprised. As they drive home, sipping apple cider from gas station cups and licking leftover donut sugar from their lips, the laughing and talking continues. The laughing and talking never really stops, which is why this works.

Laying sweating on the bed, after, they joke about what strange pillow talk they make, and debate the intellectual abilities of Jessica Alba and Cameron Diaz.

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Ok. It's a bad story. The happy ones always are. See why you all just get the stuff I'm worried about? Long story short--I love her, she loves me, we're happy together, always, and if this thing was any better, I'd probably die.