a word hated by my mother.
Tap:
an action carried out on titties.
My wonderful bearded boyfriend on Valentine’s Day contemplating the menu at the restaurant where we had our first date.
His beard was of epic lengths, but it’s just as amazing short!
short or long, a beard is a beard. and its better with a beard, right?
The boyf ladies and gentleman.
The boyf got me a doodle bear for Valentine’s Day by the way.
If you think this in any way disappoints me (Oh, you didn’t get flowers?! Or chocolate?! Or some ridiculously expensive gift?!) you don’t know me very well.
I GOT A DOODLE BEAR, MOTHAFUCKAS.
(via 90sclarkanddean)
The boyf made me promise to stay in the bedroom for a while this evening. I knew he was cooking supper.
What I didn’t know is that he’d taken the leaf out of the table to make it just for two, put on a tablecloth and napkins in napkin rings, set the table, put out a single white tapered candle and changed into dress clothes with a tie. :’)
He’s a keeper.
I’ve taken to calling Daren my boyancée, a mixture of boyfriend and fiancée. I think it’s fabulous! Plus if someone thinks I’m calling him my Beyoncé…well…there are FAR worse things one could be called! Amirite?
#plusthatmeansi’mhova
Today is the boyf and I’s 1st anniversary! Woot!
We’re about to leave to have a lovely candlelit dinner. Ooh la la.
I’m very proud and happy of us, this year hasn’t been the easiest or least eventful.
<3
Tomorrow is my 1 year anniversary with the boyf. Seems impossible…
I have to work for a few hours in the afternoon, but took the evening off. I’m trying to think of a nice place to celebrate this milestone with foodage. :)
I still find this incredibly funny and an accurate representation of our relationship if not our surroundings. (We don’t live in an office building…or a multi floor building…we also don’t have vertical blinds…or real wood things…)
The boyf and I’s promise to each other.
He got me the shoe things for Xmas.
