Awesome. I just did a crazy cat like strech while laying on my bed, and accidentally knocked a random box of small noisy junk to the floor. To those of you who have not realized it yet, I am a chronic pack rat, with a knack for clutter and an aversion to organization. I just love saving everthing, inhopes that someday I will use those sweet pretty colored paper clips in some new exciting way, or that someday I will find the perfect item to decopage with all the cool snipits of pictures I clip off of trader Joe bags. However, until those elusive days shine their bright happy faces at me, I am stranded 'midst boxes of stuff that end up on my bed cause I was searching for a loose new contact that I will inevitably knock over at some point and be to drained to pick up. Anyways.
Bryan just texted me, I think he might be on his way question mark? It was a very elusive text, I'm not sure if I want to peel myself up and prepare stuffing just quite yet. He did say that we should have aca taco, and that means I would just have to lay here until he rang my doorbell.... No. I went grocery shopping and we need to take advantage of it. We have a tendancy of never making food, and I blame it mostly on the hours we keep and how little we see each other--we don't want to waste our quality time on too much cooking. However, eating out all the time is A. Very expensive B. Making us chubby and C. Downright lazy. We have made dinner every night this week and I refuse to break the trend even if dinner is merely stuffing. It's hard to get gourmet when you can barely prop your eyes open. However, simple is sometimes the best, who knows? Maybe I'll get fancy and sprinkle cheese on top or something, cheese makes everything better. For reals. It does.
Taking care of Bryan has actually got to be one of my favorite hobbies. Whether it's wiping bloody drool off his chin or keeping him company when he's working, I love doing things that are going to make him happy / make him feel better. He's been through quite a bit in the past few weeks, and although I can't stand the thought of him in pain / being sick, it's given me so many chances to spend time with him and take care of him. I think that's why the most, it's been so nice just to be with him all the time BEFORE 12:30 that any reason that I get to is fine by me and most welcome. Wisdom teeth? No biggie. Random hives he got? Totally awesome. Just more excuses for him to get to hang out at home, and me with him.
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