The last three boxes got unpacked this past weekend. Master walked over to me with something small in his hand. I couldn’t see what it was. When he handed it to me, I smiled and kissed him.
I don’t remember where I got this coin, exactly. It was a long time ago back when we were first dating. The rules of the kissie coin are thus:
You hand it to someone, and they must kiss you.
Once you hand it to them, it is theirs to keep forever until they find someone to give it to.
We kiss each other a lot. I guess we don’t really need an excuse to kiss more, but the coin has always been a part of our lives. We don’t wait for opportune moments to pass the coin along. We just hand it off to the other person when they are in the middle of doing something. A sort of “Hey! Can I have attention for six seconds, please??” kind of device.
We’ll use the thing for a few days and then it’ll get lost (it’s a tiny little thing) and we’ll find it a few months later and start the whole thing over again. Sappy couple of saps we are.