bluevalentine

he's asleep. not feeling well. snoring loudly enough to keep me from falling asleep.

I don't wake him.

I don't shoo him back to his own house

I just throw on a sweater and a pair of jeans and slink, exhausted, into my office.

I should get some sort of award for this....a reward which will allow me to be a royal bitch tomorrow when I have to run a garage sale from 8-noon tomorrow. If my dad weren't coming to help with the garage sale (and by help, he means "hey, here's a load of my girlfriend's crap...wanna sell it for us?") in the morning, I'd cancel it.

So yes, tonight, I win the "awesome girlfriend for Nov 8th" award. Tomorrow he can win the "awesome boyfriend for Nov 9th" award for dealing with a woman who acts like a tantrum-ready 4 year old when she's tired.