Boyfriend and I went to seaside town this weekend. He had to do lots of little jobs, including running to the hardware store and getting supplies.
Because I’m trying to be the WORLD’S BEST GIRLFRIEND, I offered to go with him.
|"Offered." Or something.|
Me: YAY! I’ll come and help.
Boyfriend: That’s okay.
Me: It’ll be fun!
Boyfriend: You can stay home and blog.
Me: I can blog later. YAY hardware store!
Boyfriend: Why don’t I drop you off at the beach? You could blog there. A beach blog!
Boyfriend: “Boyfriend dropped me off at the beach. He was acting kind of weird. It felt like he shoved me out of the car, but his hand probably just slipped. He didn’t stop the car, but it was going pretty slow.”
Me: Stop it.
Boyfriend: “Day 2. Boyfriend said he would be back soon… I bet he just took a long time in the hardware store. You know how Boyfriend gets confused in hardware stores.”
Me: YOU ARE NOT ABANDONING ME ON THE BEACH!!
So anyway, I totally went with him to the store and was super duper helpful. I was only mildly suspicious that Boyfriend was trying to meet one of his sister wives there.
|WRONG AGAIN, Boyfriend.|
And then, because I’m being the WORLD’S BEST GIRLFRIEND and the WORLD’S BEST GIRLFRIEND is totally helpful, I put together a grill! That’s right. Me. Versus Grill. Guys, I don’t even USE grills. But I did it. (with minimal help from Boyfriend)
Look, I really did it:
|Also since I spent more time grill assembling than blogging you don't get a new post tomorrow. Sorry! Back on Tuesday!|
And I only grabbed his butt a little.
Honestly, can you blame me? I’m only human.
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