hopelessly in love with a web-toed man

Last night hobbitt and I took adult beverages down to the beach, and after the walk, we sat on our favorite log, sipped and chatted. He had just come back from an interesting weekend and I wanted to hear about it. We swapped stories, waved at passing neighbors, and watched the idiot kid who has his wreck of a sailboat anchored in the eel-grass beds off our beach motor away with it toward Port Hadlock. I allowed as how I wasn't going to miss seeing that boat. It's had its sails dragging in the water for the past week.

Anyway, we got to talking about the car and the title, and what to do about it. It doesn't really matter, all in all. Right now the license plates on our cars are consecutive, and that's kinda cute to me. I suppose whatever is cheapest to do is what we should do, but I'd rather not have to re-register the car. We don't really know what the options are anyway.

Now I'm fully aware of how obnoxious I am about owning both these cars. We don't really separate anything between us and never have. Probably my father's wedding ring, set into a necklace which my mother wore, is the only thing that is "only" mine here. hobbitt would make sure it got back to my family if something ever happened to me. Everything else - well, it's just ours.

I asked hobbitt if he was growing weary of my obnoxious attitude about the cars. He said no. That surprised me, since I'm pretty sick of it myself. So I asked him why it didn't bother him, and he said, "Because it's something that makes you smile."

I don't know if he saw the tears in my eyes. I hope he saw the smile on my face. And neither of us paid attention that the crappy little sailboat was motoring back toward our beach.