it's been seven hours and
fifteen five days since she took her love car away. long enough for me to compile an ordered list, of things, just in time for her to come home to.
- she claims the covers end up on my side of the bed in the morning because i pull them that way in the night. i claim it's because she rolls exclusively to her left (toward me) all night, converting her own rotational energy into linear motion of the covers. in these last five nights that i've had the bed to myself, the comforter has mysteriously remained perfectly centered, without having to pull the frakking thing four feet back over to her side every morning.
- by the narrow definition of the word, i have no actual proof that fast food eaten in a girl's presence tastes better than fast food eaten not in a girl's presence, but i have some anecdotal evidence to that effect.
- sometimes, fast food eaten not in a girl's presence does not taste as good as fast food not eaten.
by the way. 'froots?' i seem to have a vague memory of these 'froots,' and their odd-sounding cousins the 'vej tubbles.' will you please tell me more?
- the freedom to leave the seat up is a pretty minor one. i cite the fact it's a well established habit for me to put it down each time, cover and all; leaving it up requires conscious effort and just leaves me acutely aware of the act's underlying emptiness.
- bulldog kisses are a damn poor substitute for wife kisses.
- pulling on yesterday's socks is way easier than going downstairs and collecting the clean laundry.
- cynical schadenfreude is most satisfying when it has the opportunity to annoy someone.
- measured in terms of wakefulness, appetite, and leg-jumps per hour, the dog is less happy when chelsey is gone.
- measured in terms of wakefulness, appetite, and leg-jumps per hour, the boy is less happy when chelsey is gone.
girls, you just don't know the power you have over boys. if you do know it then you are evil geniuses. evil, pretty geniuses. we just don't stand a chance.