That you're a badass?
I know that that's the sort of thing that you and I, we just know inherently, but I feel that at times like these (you know, when you bite your tongue off and then have 3 surgeries to reattach it, and then go back to work the next day unable to talk and in a neck brace) that you maybe deserve to hear it a little more than usual.
You're insane. Insane in that angry, driven, can't f*cking keep me down until I say you can kind of way.
And I love you.
Tons.
I sent you a series of text messages today to try to spare you the agony of speaking on the phone, but alas I was at work where I get practically NO reception and so I'm sure that those that made it to you were probably out of order with several whole messages missing in the middle. In the future I will either text you from home OR call you and leave you rambling voicemails to which you can respond via text.
That is, unless you can come up with a better system of communication. For the record, I'm totally open to smoke signals. . .also carrier pigeons. . .just throwing it out there.
And remember, if you're feeling cold and broken and miserable, that we'll always find a way to get you home. Just say the word.
Love and stuff. (Even more than usual today.)
LittleFoot (and Goose) <3
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