As long as you love me
Today’s post is all about Joe – I think he’s earned it.
I mention him from time to time: he’s the guy who brings me bananas, who never touches my bum crack in public, who is totally cool with me going away for a weekend by myself and for some reason has not smothered me in my sleep – and he could totally get away with it for these reasons (and many others too numerous to list here):
- I often stand around and read in the bathroom – even though I have absolutely no need to be in there and he’d like to use it.
- I leave water glasses all over the house.
- I leave books everywhere – even on his nightstand.
- I have woken him up yelling in my sleep (what can I say, hanging around on Angelina Jolie’s speedboat was exciting).
- I poke him awake when I am feeling hyper at 4:30 a.m.
- I tease him for being the slowest dish-washer ever.
- I bring home more books than we actually have space for.
- I can be as charming as a recalcitrant two year old when it comes to dinner some days.
- I’m a little too enthusiastic about throwing things out or donating them.
- I say evil things like, “But, sweetie – don’t you want me to be happy?” when justifying the purchase of yet another MEC bag (I only have three now – I’ve been good for a long time).
- I dedicate blog posts to him with Backstreet Boys lyrics in the title (this all by itself would have the murder charges dropped).
Yet, he sticks around, does all the ironing, eats my cooking without complaint, brings me pretty rocks and video games, watches cartoons with me because he likes them too and is funny, cute, supportive, really smart, geeky, fun, and all round awesome.
So, just for the record Joe:
Thanks for being my best-friend.
8 comments
I see what you’ve done. Most of the post is trimmings and frills, camouflage obfuscating the core message: an excuse to buy another MEC bag. “I’ve been good for a long time.” Indeed!
Seriously, best to you and Chris, a lovely couple (as far as I know).
I really was good – until I discovered my inner super-happy, ultra-cute Japanese girl and bought a Tokidoki bag. No more bags for me for at least a year now.
I knew it! I thought I’d seen you making eyes at my brother – and now I know for sure. Thanks, Pannonica, for revealing the truth through your Freudian slip.
HAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHH!!
Sorry – best wishes to you both. Love, me.
Awww, how sweet
Oh, oops. Wasn’t a Freudian slip: just plain stupidity. Another blog acquaintance has a Chris. I suppose I have to go over there and refer to him as Joe to restore the internet to equilibrium.
I also messed up my formatting– the italics were supposed to end after the quote. Can’t fathom what happened though. I mean, there’s a Joe right there at the beginning and another Joe, plain as day, at the end of the post. *sigh*
Hee hee! No worries! It was just an interesting name choice since his brother really is a Chris.
Fixed! The internet is now realigned.
Woo! I thought I felt my chakras clear up.
yay!!!!!!!!!!! a doodle! for joe! adorable post…you’re so sweet to joe. i just use ant for blog fodder. shoot. i’m doing it all wrong, aren’t i?
Something tells me that Ant loves being your blog fodder (I know I enjoy reading about the Adventures of Nat and Ant anyway). I think you’re doing it just right. Maybe I will write something different where I drive Joe mental with my craziness. I certainly have lots of material!
Joe definitely sounds doodle-worthy!
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