One of those nights.

Had one of those nights last nights! You know. One of those. The kind you dream about having when you're a little kid.

You come home to the boi. He's dead asleep so you lay down and catch up on some of your own zzz's until he wakes up.
After waking up the boi comes in to hang out with you while you finish some of the sewing on some curtains you're making for the loft.
Then the boi and you go out to investigate the CHECK ENGINE light on his favorite truck.
You fill every single fluid that you possibly can on said truck then [just for kicks and giggles] decide to top off truck number two while you're out there [because freezing your you-know-what off is immensely less important than street safety].
After cleaning all the black mystery stains off everything that car-work always seems to create, the boi goes back upstairs to work and you proceed to work on things around the house in desperate need of, well, just that. Working on.

Sounds like a dream, right?

Okay, I guess maybe it was mostly the in between stuff that made it one of those nights. Like the way he explained every step of fixing the truck to you as he went. Because he cares. And because he knows I'll listen. And because it's hot. [But then, this is the boi we're talking about.] It also could have been the [at least] fifteen minute long tickle fights he started in between every step of the night, slowing every process down to [possibly less than] a snails pace. Completely worth it. [Don't tell him I said that. He may or may not take advantage of things like that.] It also could be the parts where he stopped to just to stare at the curtains and tell me over and over that he loved them, or maybe the part where he grabbed my hands and said romantic things like "You have got to have the hottest hands of anyone I have ever met" and other such things that aren't quite fit for the public ear. Eye. Whatever. You know.

Really it could have been any number of things that made last night one of those nights... but what it boils down to is that I went to bed with a smile on my face. And not just any smile. A big, cheesy smile. A rub-it-in kind of smile. A carry-over-into-the-next-morning kind of smile. The kind of smile he just can't seem to let me lose. Since day number one, actually.

I can prove it.

Have I told you lately that I love that boi?
[And not just for still falling in love with me even when I let my roots show for a year before re-coloring.]

I worked for a really long time today. Those little kids are adorable but they sure do know how to wear me out! The boi and I are about to head off to the grocery store where I will be searching for a snap-my-fingers-and-be-ready kind of a meal. But one that doesn't quite taste like a snap-my-fingers-and-be-ready kind of a meal. Any suggestions? Also our friend Whit is coming over tonight and we're rather excited for that. Boi cleaned pretty much the entire house this morning while I was away. Yes, he's Superman. Thanks for noticing. Anyways. Social interaction will be good. We've been just a [tiny bit] slacking on umm, well, getting out lately. Er, for the last nine months. Working on it.

Off to food.

Tip of the day: When boi is on The Flop, and you come home when it's dark, and you're trying to figure out if he's still in bed or not because you don't want to wake him, so you're wandering around the hard, tile floor aimlessly holding your phone light in front of you like it's the Light of Earendil...

Take your heels off, first.