My honeybear:
- loves to cover her rusk with an incredibile amount of chocolate spread and gets angry every time the rusk breaks in the middle
- she'd rather die than admit she snores
- hides my glasses when she doesn't want me to work on my papers, so I'm forced to do something "special" for her to get them back
- doesn't remove her make up at night only to wake me up in the morning saying: "Look Joanne! I'm a panda!"
- often curles up in bed and cries her eyes out thinking about Angel
- says she hates me at least three times a day when she's on her period, never meaning it
- loves to climb on the roof and tell the world that she loves me
- is scared by every type of bug except caterpillars. She thinks they're sweet as hell.
- has not yet figured out how to do a proper laundry
- gets very much into films and talks with the character telling them what to, getting upset when they obviously don't listen to her
- goes outside when it's raining just to sing "I'm singing in the rain"
- knows exactly where my weak points are and loves catching me unawares kissing and touching me in those points
- slaps my butt in public places on purpose to see other people's expressions
- has a spark of despair in her eyes whenever she sees the scars on her arm
- never misses an episode of Gilmore Girls, still dreaming of a mother she never had
- loves to rest her head on my shoulder, occasionally giving me a kiss on the neck or cheek
- acts like a child most of the time, yet be surprisingly wise when she wants to
- has learned all the legal terms watching Law & Order
- tickles me mercilessly when I don't want to divert attention from my papers
- begged me three days to go to the cinema to see Madagascar and laughed her ass off like a child during the film
- flaps her hands frantically to make the nail polish dry faster, sticking out her toungue when I call her "little hen"
- says sometimes she hears Angel's voice in the wind that whispers through the trees
- has a pair of hideous bunny slippers given her by Collins. She called the left slipper Dil, the right Do. My God…
- pretends not to be scared when we watch a horror movie and then spends the night glued to me
- isn't perfect, but makes me feel the luckiest person on Earth every day of my life
This is my Maureen. She's born this way.