i have a really great girlfriend.
we went to san diego this weekend for early thanksgiving dinner at the hairdresser's mom's house. her mom, however, has the flu, so dinner was canceled for all but around 7 of us. the hairdresser took over, making an amazing spread (green bean casserole, mashers, twice-baked yams, etc) and it was the best ever.
we got home last night and on her bed was a giant pottery barn bag. a gift! FOR ME! it's blanket i wanted that we saw once when we were shopping together at pottery barn.
so soft!
she had to call pottery barn and pay for it over the phone, and then had her roommate go pick it up and have it waiting for me as a surprise! and it was an ordeal, because we were with each other every second of the weekend, and i'm fucking nosy so every time she got off the phone i'm like "what's up? everything ok? who was that?" she's a saint, dude... for not murdering me.
it's for all the help i've given her the last couple weeks, with moving and stuff. best ever. it's like sleeping in a pile of sheep.
we got home last night and on her bed was a giant pottery barn bag. a gift! FOR ME! it's blanket i wanted that we saw once when we were shopping together at pottery barn.
so soft!
she had to call pottery barn and pay for it over the phone, and then had her roommate go pick it up and have it waiting for me as a surprise! and it was an ordeal, because we were with each other every second of the weekend, and i'm fucking nosy so every time she got off the phone i'm like "what's up? everything ok? who was that?" she's a saint, dude... for not murdering me.
it's for all the help i've given her the last couple weeks, with moving and stuff. best ever. it's like sleeping in a pile of sheep.