Allow me to wax romantic for a moment, won’t you? Sometimes, in the morning when he‘s leaving the house or when he’s sleeping or just sitting there, not realizing I’m watching him, I’m filled with so much love (and hot hot sexy hotness! rawr!) that it’s really quite disgusting. I think we were extra disgusting this weekend, too. In the brief moments I was away from the computer, we were smooching. We were gross, I say. In line at Sprint? Schmoopy. In the parking lot of Target? Schmoopy. It’s all vile. I love it.
This was our first real Christmas together, as an official couple-type couple. We’re really enjoying doing all that Christmas crap, like shopping for trees and putting up Christmas lights, like we did yesterday. They’re not super fancy, but we don’t have a big area to do them in. This just our patio.
Yeah, so. It was kind of all cute and stuff. I must go back to work. I leave you to your wretching.
