So Boyfriend and I were in his seaside house last weekend. It was a low-key night. We were just hanging out in the living room, and this happened:
It made a mess, y’all. It looked like a scene from Dexter. There was glass all over, and red wine splattered on the leather couch (ok) and freshly painted white walls (not okay).
Boyfriend was good though. He cleaned it all up and even repainted the part of the wall the next morning.
But back to that night. After I killed the wine glass, we decided to go upstairs to the bedroom. I was helping Boyfriend make the bed…
|Putting the bottom sheet on the mattress is SO HARD.|
|Technically, this time it was a big elbow gesture.|
And then my elbow knocked into my glass of water.
I grabbed my iphone immediately, so that was fine. The rest wasn’t too big of a deal.
|Yes, he got my water. Boyfriend = best.|
The evening was not going my way.
And then Boyfriend threw a blanket on me.