Not that this happened or anything, but...

...here is the difference between Levi and I.

Lets say, for example, that I were vacuuming the downstairs. Levi would, without question stay upstairs until I were done, and the next time he went outside he would tap his shoes off before coming in, and if he ate again very soon after I were finished, he would eat over a counter, or a plate, or anywhere that there would be no [even remote] possibility of dropping crumbs, grass, or ANYTHING on the ground that I had just cleaned. Then, if, per chance he forgot for a minute or two [which wouldn't happen, but just for the example let's say it does] and he dropped anything on said floor, there would be a "BABE!" and a hands-on-hip kind of tapping of my foot would take place until he picked up whatever he dropped and all order would be restored.

Now. Say, for example, Levi were vacuuming the downstairs. He would take quite possibly three times as long to do it, only because he would be getting all the places I had forgotten to get the last time I did it. Then, he would have to go over the few spots that I came frolicking carelessly out of the bedroom rubbing in the fact that I had an over-sized Reese's Peanut Butter Egg half in my hand and half in my mouth and he didn't. Dropping crumbs all the while, of course. He, however would simply smile and laughingly tell me that "he saw those crumbs I dropped, little lady" and I'd go squealing back into the bedroom pretending it didn't happen until a few moments later when he turned off the vacuum and I went "Sorrryyyyy Honeyyyy"-ing it into the room again where he would make a silly "Mmmmmhmmmm!" sound and kiss me on the cheek as I once again scurried out of the room in order to not get any further in his way.

In conclusion, he's pretty much the PERFECT boyfriend and I'm not entirely sure WHY that boy puts up with me.

Sigh.

Goodnight.