Marley, Me, and the Tissue Box

Last night Jeff, Shea, and I were comfortable on the couch watching nothing else but Marley and Me. We were enjoying all of the silly scenes with all of the crazy things Marley does. The whole time, Marley reminded me of Shea, to a tee.

When Jeff decided to change the channel, I declared that Shea and I would be watching the remainder of the movie upstairs. Bad decision.

About ten minutes of watching, I incoherently dragged myself downstairs to collapse into Jeff's arms. I was unable to speak as I was sobbing harder than James VanDerBeek when Dawson's Creek got cancelled.

Jeff simply laughed at me until I was able to mutter, "He didn't even die yet." I just knew what was coming and couldn't handle it. 

Lucky for me, I am not much of a crier. For if I were, my quality of life would certainly drop. I woke up with an extremely stuffy nose, as I was unable to blow my it enough to keep up with my crying. I also had nice, puffy, red eyes to carry around all day. Not a good look when your cheeks already have a slight puffiness to them.