#314: because she went online and found exactly duplicates of the snoopy and woodstock christmas ornaments that mp left behind at ike turner's. those stupid ceramic pieces were 32 years old and in perfect condition, because, to mp, they were christmas.
sitting on the floor, in front of the pea's christmas tree, mp got back something she didn't know she was missing. the chickapea also tossed in a snowball snoopy-playing-hockey ornament from those wacky 70's, the snoopy ornament from the year i was born, and a pahlsson jersey (because the words "my sammy" aren't heard enough around here).
i have to love a girl like that.
the fact that she and her best friend bought me a sack-load of gourmet cookie and an anaheim ducks water dish are just a bonus. the peruvian tamales and christmas dinner, followed by all three of us watching ratatouille, tangled up on the couch were also endearing... well, until i lit the room with puppy cheer; but, seriously, feed a dog green vegetables, and you get what you deserve.
really, it's knowing that she thinks about us and actually cares about me and mp-- even when it isn't directly affecting her. of course, if you ask mp why the chickapea rocks, that romantic will say, "it's the boobs."
