Right! That.
Just realized that I, as the reigning WORST BLOGGER EVER, never did get around to telling you guys that Patrick and I are engaged! We are getting married this August and it is going to RUUUULE. In an attempt to get myself blogging more often AND make you guys vomit, I will now start a series: Signs I'm Marrying the Right Person. Here's one to get this going:
I stagger upstairs with a bagful of clean laundry, dump it on the living room floor, and head into the kitchen to snag Patrick for clothes-folding time. He is cooking dinner, wearing a hilariously Nordic-looking sweater... and nothing else. I stare at him, wondering if he's going to accidentally roast his junk.
"What?" he says. "I was cold."
I stagger upstairs with a bagful of clean laundry, dump it on the living room floor, and head into the kitchen to snag Patrick for clothes-folding time. He is cooking dinner, wearing a hilariously Nordic-looking sweater... and nothing else. I stare at him, wondering if he's going to accidentally roast his junk.
"What?" he says. "I was cold."