Domesticated
The Giraffe has been in between jobs most of this week (he starts the new one Monday), meaning he has been home while I’ve been working the last couple days. Normally I’d be insanely jealous of this, but I am seriously reaping the benefits of his time off too. He’s been spending his days doing all the errands that neither of us has time for normally, and he’s been spending his evenings making delicious dinners for me. Last night: steak and potatoes; tonight: ravioli and garlic bread; tomorrow night: eggplant fettuccini with homemade alfredo.
I kind of love it. I’m thinking about marrying him and making him my househusband.
That means I don’t have to work? You got a deal.
I think that was a proposal? I think?
Take it. Cherish it. Fucking bask in it. I cannot even begin to tell you how lucky you are. Grab that man and chain him in the backyard!
Ohhh…it’s so nice to have someone who not only has the time to do it, but is willing to do it as well.
I’m thinking the Giraffe should share his recipes…but they are probably top secret.
Wow. Seth’s been unemployed and playing Mafia Wars non-stop. (Okay, he does laundry.) I am going to have to show him this.