It's Friday night, 10:52 PM. I'm sitting here in front of the television watching Yo Gabba Gabba on silent, constantly refreshing the stats on Jarod's game (because I'm too cheap to purchase the video feed tonight, plus it sucks big ones to see it cut out every five minutes) with my empty cup of wine, contemplating whether or not I smell bad enough to shower.
P.S. Jarod scores on the one night I don't buy the damn game. Kill me.
Yes. My life has change just a bit.
There was a time when pitiful meant something completely different. My BFF Brittni and I would scrap together our dollars (usually around 7 or 8) contemplate whether or not eating a real dinner was worth the extra money and go out to join some pub crawls, meet some nerds, hula hoop...whatever our hearts desired... starting at 4 pm lasting until who knows when (maybe with a trip to the library to pick up Jarod haha). That sort of pitiful was, at least, fun. and we usually made a few dollars throughout the night.
Fun nights were posted on facebook within the month, and I shaved my legs on the reg.
Now, I get separation anxiety from Sam. I seriously love the little bugger to death. If I don't have to leave him, I won't. I feel like I really have no reason to, because I don't have anything friends anyway. He's much more fun anyway. We make animal noises, we play on the compy, and we love all the same shows (except I secretly suspect he likes watching Olivia, which I despise for her selfish ways). I love it! But then again, who would want to leave this cute little face? :)
Having said all of that, I think I'm ready for a little nap before Jarod calls me post-game. Let's hope for a win (or a loss. I'm not sure which one I want more yet) Go Aeros!
Did you know: There are no words in the English dictionary that rhyme with the word "Month"?
What a handsome little guy you have there!
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