A few months ago, we bought two toy tigers at a Walmart during a vacation in Austin.  One was white and one was orange.  I don’t know what prompted us to buy them, but we did and somehow they came to represent the two of us.  The white tiger was me and the orange one was him.  At the time, we weren’t living together, so we split them up.  I kept his tiger and he kept mine.

I knew he thought it was silly.  He’s not really a stuffed animals kind of guy.  I ended up losing the orange tiger in a motel a few weeks after buying it, so when we finally moved in together, we only had the one white tiger.  He called it the little Melissa tiger.

Two nights ago, we got into our biggest fight yet.  I was too angry to sleep in the same bed as him, so I slept on the futon in the living room.  When I woke up, I saw him sleeping in our bed hugging the little white tiger to his chest.

On a completely unrelated note, I put some peppermint extract in my vanilla soy hot chocolate and it is amazing.