Seriously. The guy is freaking adorable. And he made me vegetarian shepherd’s pie for dinner tonight. And it was delicious. And he is now doing the dishes. What’s not to love?
Oh yeah. And he’s making us hot chocolate later. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that he was trying to fatten me up so that he could eat me. But I made a salad, so it’s all good.
It’s hard to write an interesting entry about how much you love someone. Just like love songs tend to be much less interesting than the fuck you songs, happy blog posts tend to be rather, well, dull.
Really, I’m only interesting when I’m pissed off about something.
I suppose that I could say something about the way that he seems to be pathologically incapable of throwing his own bottle caps out. But, really, there’s something rather endearing about it. Plus, he does my laundry, so I really have no room to complain. He also used me as a hand warmer this afternoon instead of putting on his gloves. But, once again, I usually warm up my toes on him at night. And, well, my toes tend to be like little tiny ice-cubes. Cute ice-cubes, but ice-cubes nonetheless.
So, Kristian is awesome and I’m just going to have to be sappy about it. Take some virtual insulin and we’re all good.
