Some months ago, I informed the world that I loved my girlfriend. I still do. She is sweet and snuggly and I will miss her terribly when I return to college next Sunday.
They’ve got shots for that now. Tequila and vodka flavored.
I love mine too. But she hogs the covers. Then tries to tell me I do!
I miss mine now, and I’ll miss her even more on my upcoming deployment.
You informed the world, but did you inform her? Do it every night, dude. . .
Tripler
Make sure she knows it. Six ways from Sunday.
Thats sweet.
I love my boyfriend, and he’s going back to uni on Saturday. Damn it.
Is this a woman thing? One night recently my wife accused me of hogging the covers, despite the fact that I was shivering with my ass totally uncovered. Turning on the light to illustrate this did me no favours at all, though.
It must be. She won’t believe me. She goes to bed before I do. When I come in, I have to tug and tug to get enough covers just to cover me up. Then I have to tuck my little bit under me, or else she’ll claim it. And I can feel her rolling around, tugging on the covers. It’s like fighting Jaws. Then I get accused of hogging the covers.
I don’t hog the covers, and I am most certainly NOT Jaws!
But I love you anyway
Ahem. See?
Ahem. See?
Have you tried multiple / larger blankets?
Awww, two blanket hogs makin’ nice under the covers.
sniff