Another really creepy thing I admit to doing (besides rockin’ out at the cemetery) is naming hypothetical children. I mean, I know every girl has her favorite baby names, but I’m pretty sure I’ve taken the whole naming process to another level, especially as I’m so not ready for the actual OWNING A HUMAN part [...]

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Me: I feel so bad. I was going to pick up your birthday gift today but my car is still in the shop.
Matt: That’s OK. You don’t need to get me a gift.
Me: YES I DO!
Matt: Why?
Me: Because I think that’s my Love Language.
Matt: What? But you hardly ever give me gifts. Or do any [...]

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Me: How do you know me so well?
M: What do you mean?
Me: I just feel like you know me. I mean, you really know me.
M: Oh, well I looked you up on Facebook and read all about you.

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Website, I miss you. I really do! Kiss, kiss, slobber, slobber.
A conversation:
Me: I’m so tired!
M: Me too.
Me: I’m totally going to sleep in the car on our way to dinner.
M: That’s so selfish. What about me?
Me: Oh … well …. um … You can touch my boob. But only after I fall asleep.
M: Lame.

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In college, a friend of mine played an April Fool’s joke on her boyfriend. She told him she was pregnant. Her roommate and I tried to convince her not to do it, but for some reason, she thought it would be funny (their relationship was weird), and I guess she wanted us to be there [...]

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Warning: Another Boyfriend of the Year post. I don’t get out much.
Matt and I are sitting on my bed playing Scrabulous on our laptops. As he waits for me to make my move, he checks out some photos posted online of his brother’s wedding.
M: These came out nice.
Me: Oooh, yeah. Pretty. I love wedding photos. [...]

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In the four years we’ve been together, Matt and I have had very few fights. I mean real fights. We bicker almost daily over who’s better looking (me, duh), who’s smarter (OK, probably him) and where we’re gonna eat (pho or not pho). I guess it’s a good thing to have such a drama-free boyfriend. [...]

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Matt asked me where I’d like to eat tomorrow night and after a bit of pondering, something deep inside of me told me to choose Sue’s Kitchen. Because nothing is sexier than slurping down a big bowl of beef noodle soup. Mmmm, just thinking about that shimmery layer of hot oil gets me a little [...]

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I just returned from Matt’s house, which is an incubus of viral plague. He got sick after our wild New Year’s Eve at Sharkeez. (It was indeed wild, and not just by my old lady standards. I have war scars to prove it. I’m so cool!) Hearing his agony (”… the world is trying to [...]

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At about 11:30 this morning, Matt and I woke up with a startling revelation. Today, for the first time in seemingly for-e-ver, we had nothing to do. No family lunches. No evening soirees. Not a single errand to check off the list. Standing face to face with the foreignness of freedom, I was suddenly paralized [...]

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