After yesterday’s post about pulses and how they freak me out, I didn’t want Boyfriend to get any ideas. Remember, if you try to find my pulse, I will poke your eye out. And I’m good at eye-poking. See:
In case you’re wondering, this photo is 100% true. I didn’t actually poke Boyfriend a black eye, but he did mysteriously knock his eye into my headboard (sexciddent, remember?). These things happen.
Stay away from my pulses. That is all.