Nuge and I went to Meijer the other day to get some herbs for my mothers garden.  I also had a few other odds and ends to pick up, but it was supposed to be a short trip so we could go make dinner.  There were seventy people in line and I almost reconsidered the whole thing, but we waited along with everyone else.  Nuge stands about 6′5 and I am just tall enough.  My head conveniently is at eye level with his nipples.  I was restless and tired standing in line and on the verge of having a tantrum or starving to death.  Resting my head on Nuges chest, trying to relax, I bit his nipple through his shirt and said “mama.”  He let me do this for a whole minute before we realized we were standing elbow to elbow with everyone else.  I don’t know why I do these things.