backpack, backpack

gotcha.  you thought this was going to be a back to school post.  nope.  no sir-ee.  my head is officially still in the sand.  instead, this is a smooshy gooshy lovey dovey post about tony.

see that backpack?

that backpack is tony taking care of us. that's what he does.  i can't tell you what that means to me.  i can't because there are no words to describe that kind of love.  that kind of appreciation.  that kind of protectiveness. 

he and i tried to come up with a word for how that feels once.   we picked schmegal.  no real word or serious word or intelligent word fits, so we picked something ridiculous that fills your mouth up with all sorts of sounds at once.   

so that's it.  i schmegal you tony.