May or December…
S: A thirty-three-year-old woman and an eighteen-year-old guy…could it work? R: Honey, you’re not allowed to have an eighteen-year-old boyfriend. S: Dammit. Way to ruin my plans. — — Brand New Me Nine Days
Category: bob squared
Send me a sign…
After a recent appointment, Bob and I were in the area so we stopped for smoothies at the Caribou where we had our first date. This was hanging from the ceiling. Sums up those eight hours quite perfectly, methinks. — Brand New Day Ryan Star
Tea bagged…
S: I just managed to hit myself in the face with the teabag in my mug. R: So what you’re saying is you just tea-bagged yourself. S: I’m talented. — — I Love You Always Forever Donna Lewis
Eight bit romance…
Bob bought me flowers. When I got out of bed today and walked into the loft, they were sitting on my desk. Geek Love is the best Love. End of story. — Return of the Mack Mark Morrison …because it’s apparently the only song they play in Saints Row the 3rd
Spoiled…
And then Bob came home from work carrying dinner. And with the news that he has the entire next week off from work for my birthday and Thanksgiving. Spoiled? Yes. Yes I am. We also have an appointment Tuesday to get my car fixed so it is safely drivable again. Though we’ll still need to figure out when we’re going to get the bumper fixed. I should probably get that post written about our trip… Keep reading…Spoiled…
Need to break out…
Spam comments trying to sell me Cymbalta. OH. FUCK. NO. I was on Cymbalta once. Once. That shit set me back so far it was like I’d never make any progress at all. Also it killed my sex drive to the point that the mere mention of the act made me want to scream and sob uncontrollably. I wish I was exaggerating. ANYWAY. I was showered and dressed by 8:30 this morning. (On a SATURDAY!)… Keep reading…Need to break out…