he got a last minute flight on some crop duster so he will be home in time for dinner...
meanwhile i am unearthing my bed and the area around it from the dishes, magazines, books, and other detrius that tends to settle there in his absence...
life would be decidedly messier if i didn't have to share my bed with anyone...
and notice how i keep using the term "my bed"...i'm telling you, dude better figure out this "working from home" gig or else posters might start goin' up soon...
"hey, is that the guy from the motorcycle diaries above your dresser?...and why is everything monogramed with an *x*?"
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