Red.

Texting between Boyfriend and me, in pictures:

Apparently Boyfriend is slightly tired of reminding me to use sunscreen. How was your weekend?

Warm Bodies

Boyfriend and I watched Warm Bodies last weekend.

Anyway, it was good. It was only an hour and a half, which is perfect for my attention span. It had moments of funniness. 

I had this shocking revelation during the film.

The main character’s friend was funny.

Analeigh Tipton, Crazy Stupid Love, Steve Carrell. BOOM!

Anyhoo, there’s one downside to watching a zombie movie late at night, nomatter how cute it is.

We went to bed soon after, and not surprisingly, zombie dreams were had…

  

Actually, a more accurate zombie nightmare for me would be…

Zombie sluts. Still hate em. 

Tattoos for Boyfriend

So, Boyfriend is thinking about getting a tattoo.

Tattoo Idea 1:

Okay okay, he said sea-themed and I gave him my name. Bad idea. Next?

Tattoo Idea 2:

Sigh. Sometimes I really don't understand him. Okay, here’s another:

Tattoo Idea 3:

Ok. This one is definitely a winner:

Tattoo Idea 4:

Okay, last one. This one he’ll love – it has a boat in it!

Tattoo Idea 5:

Welp, there you go. I was hoping Boyfriend would let me draw a bunch of mock ups and let you guys vote on the best one. But Boyfriend said something about not wanting a cartoon on his body and not letting you "crazy bitches pick something that important" or something I don’t know I’m not really sure. But if I could pick out Boyfriend’s tattoos, he’d look like this:

Win.

Do you guys have any tattoos? Tell me your tat tales!

The Red Wedding

Boyfriend and I don’t watch Game of Thrones when it airs on Sundays. We usually end up watching a couple of days later on my laptop. I’ve half-read the books and read all the Wikipedia, so I already knew it was coming.

Boyfriend knew something big happened on this episode, but didn’t know what it was.

So then we watched it.

And then it happened.

Then more of it happened:

In case you don’t know, three major characters died in a surprising and brutal way (at a wedding).

So yeah. Fuck George R R Martin. And the murder horse he rode in on.