last night after I got out of work, I went home and took a shower. then I poured myself a glass of water and plopped myself down in front of my computer with a view of the television as per usual. I am a night owl. I sleep the day away, I go to my "job" (which consists of hanging out with my friends and serving food to more friends) and stay up all night and then I repeat. I love my job, and my friends, but I love my boyfriend more and this is why.
as I'm sitting here he's sitting on the couch finishing up a 10,000 page book that he started yesterday. I swear he's an alien because he reads faster than anyone I've ever seen in my life. anyway it dawns on him that he forgot to give me something. so he gets up and sets these in front of me:
now I'm not going to lie. this is kind of a big deal. because Chris, my boyfriend of 6 years does not get me presents. even something as small as a scratch off ticket. exchanging "gifts" isn't something we really do because we take care of each other every day, if we want something we go out of our way to get it together. so here are these scratch offs sitting in front of me.
so I say to Chris "honey you got me presents?"
and he replies back "I won some money on some earlier today so I bought two more for you"
me "thank you!"
him "if you don't win anything I'm going to punch you in the face."
and that is why I love him. because he brings me scratch offs and jokes about punching me in the face. even though he knows that I have absolutely no luck with these things and the most I've ever won on a scratch off was another free ticket! I didn't realize that the one that smells like gingerbread smells like gingerbread until after I started scratching! which is why as you can see, I kept scratching it all off even after I realized that I lost.
and that is my scratch off cutesy boyfriend how I have no luck story!
