Why my boyfriend is cooler than yours:
I have the flu. I've been uber-super-nasty-awful sick for the last couple of days. For the last week, my boyfriend and I have been feverishly working on painting our new master bedroom. I really wanted to finish it today so we can finally move in, but alas.... the flu. He went out and got me all the sick girlfriend necessities and told me to go ahead and rest. He said he would go to the new house and work and I could stay home and get healthy.
Have I mentioned that I'm a stubborn, independant little shit sometimes? I thanked him and said, no I'll come and help, I'm not that sick... he smiled in that knowing way and led me to the car.
The minute we walk into the new house, I lay down on the drop cloth next to the paint buckets and fall dead asleep. No blanket, pillow, nothing.
Next thing I know I'm gently awakened by my loving man, scooping me up into his arms. He carrys me into our empty walk in closet that he has made into a "sick fort" for me. There are blankets, pillows, kleenex, a trashbag, a big glass of juice, a magazine, and a mini DVD player set up to play the 5th season of the Simpsons.
(mind you, we haven't moved in yet, he found all of these things from the total of maybe 6 boxes that are over there)
He tucked me in and covered me with kisses before going back to work.
I'm such a lucky girl. Hes so kind to me. I'm going to keep this one.
Enough. I'm gushing.
I have the flu. I've been uber-super-nasty-awful sick for the last couple of days. For the last week, my boyfriend and I have been feverishly working on painting our new master bedroom. I really wanted to finish it today so we can finally move in, but alas.... the flu. He went out and got me all the sick girlfriend necessities and told me to go ahead and rest. He said he would go to the new house and work and I could stay home and get healthy.
Have I mentioned that I'm a stubborn, independant little shit sometimes? I thanked him and said, no I'll come and help, I'm not that sick... he smiled in that knowing way and led me to the car.
The minute we walk into the new house, I lay down on the drop cloth next to the paint buckets and fall dead asleep. No blanket, pillow, nothing.
Next thing I know I'm gently awakened by my loving man, scooping me up into his arms. He carrys me into our empty walk in closet that he has made into a "sick fort" for me. There are blankets, pillows, kleenex, a trashbag, a big glass of juice, a magazine, and a mini DVD player set up to play the 5th season of the Simpsons.
(mind you, we haven't moved in yet, he found all of these things from the total of maybe 6 boxes that are over there)
He tucked me in and covered me with kisses before going back to work.
I'm such a lucky girl. Hes so kind to me. I'm going to keep this one.
Enough. I'm gushing.
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