Last Saturday morning, E.S. cleaned my room while I made us egg nog pancakes for breakfast.
Yesterday, he cleaned my living room while I made blueberry bread.
There are three or four more rooms in my apartment (depending on what you count as a room), so clearly I have to keep him around for at least another month.
At which point I’ll be so fat from all the baked goods that I’ll be unable to find another boyfriend and I’ll have to keep him anyway.
Oh, shit. I just called him my boyfriend.
And it’s too late to take it back.
Let’s hope that when I call him that to his face, he doesn’t react the way I did when he did the same thing.
That’s what happens when people find partners, Faustus. They grow fat together.
There will just be more of you for him to love.
Actually, the trick is to let him eat all the bread and pancakes.
1) I go away for a month and you’ve got a boyfriend and everything. alas. no faustus sex for me to be had. gimmie a call sometime, you jew motherfucker. 😉
2) I’m too lazy to email you, thus I am using your commenting system as Outlook Express because I know you and I know you probably check this every day to see who’s writing you. you need to change your link to my site, since it’s moved and the other one’s dead now. 😉 mwah. love you devil-boy. talk to you soon.
Egg nog pancakes… yum!
The BF and I, while struggling to fight it off, seem to have gained weight together in the last 15 months.
If the pancakes and bread are as good as the cookies turned out I’d be afraid…very afraid. Hmm…cleaning in trade for a body massage. It’s pleasing and works off some calories. Let him eat while you massage. Two birds killed with one stone.
is it a bad thing then that i’ve lost weight since starting dating my boyfriend?!!
all you really need to do is get him to stay over more often so that he cleans more often!
Fortunately, karma is not usually tit for tat.