The importance of being cautious

Yeah, yeah. He da man, and all that. It's all ended fine.

But, let's face it, it could easily not have. I wish he'd exercise cautious optimism. It would just save a lot of us a lot of excessive blood pressure.

Ceilings not falling down would also do that, I guess.

Inches from his head, though. I mean, come on. How is it possible that someone so intelligent and so very definitely heterosexual could be such a drama queen?

And I should, apparently, take the metaphorical bullet for him?

Ha. Some nerve.

You know what, though? I think given the chance, I might.

But maybe I'm just feeling soft because he "could be dead". Or, something.

Antiquated?

I love it when he feels he does a good job on something. I love his proud little boy smile when he comes out of the Oval Office after the President has said well done.

I love it when with his eyes and a little tilting of his head he can say "told you so" to Mandy. I even love his smirk in those moments.

I love it, despite those sometimes inevitable and always unbearable kegs of glory, when he wins.

I love it even more when I'm part of it somehow, in some incomprehensible, fathomable-only-to-Josh way.

I love it when we win together.