confession

i live with a boy.

so sue me.

really, if you don't want to be friends with me it's ok, i'll understand.

but not really.

i'm 25 years old and the happiest i've ever been so really you'll just need to get over it because it's awesome.

but now that i think about it this post was supposed to be about all the weird things that happen when you live with a boy...maybe you already knew because you too live with a boy?

but i was shocked, SHOCKED, i tell you!

in the almost month that we've lived together i have observed all kinds of things. humor me for a second while i let you in...

boys are weird.

they smell. not really bad. not too good. just a certain smell. like woods and sweat and hunky cologne. i'm not 100% sure what it is. i'll keep smelling.

they eat. a. lot.

they don't know how to fold the chip bag over so the chips don't go stale.

if you give them their own bathroom mornings will be awesome.

the dog will love you less.

you will hangout with more boys than girls.

you will watch video games. yep, watch. you might get to play. might.

you will work out more.

you will read less. craft less. sew less. watch tv less.

you will go to the grocery every three days.

you will get your lunch made almost every day.

the dog will be fed and taken out before you even wake up.

you will get surprises.

you will get sweet notes on the chalk board in the kitchen.

you will snuggle more.

if he's your best friend in the whole wide world, you will love it so, so much and wonder why you didn't do it sooner!