Han Solo has been in Colorado all week until Sunday, which
means I’ve had free reign over the house.
Mostly this means vegging out on the couch (which he does NOT approve of),
walking around in my underwear (which he probably WOULD approve of), and
generally doing whatever I want. The
other night I made a giant bowl of rice for dinner and watched about 8 episodes
of Say Yes To the Dress while I ate it. In
other words, Single People Behavior. You
know, the weird stuff you do all the time when you’re single and you live alone
that you pretend you don’t do when you start cohabitating.
So though we haven’t had any domestic disputes regarding stereotypical
cohabitation issues like raised toilet seats [yet], there have been a couple of
awkward moments when the Single People Behavior was accidentally revealed. Oops!
And so over the last 5 weeks I’ve learned that there are at least a few
hazards of cohabitation, including, but not limited to:
- Getting caught biting your toenails while you watch Pretty Little Liars
- Accidental dutch ovens
- Getting caught sniffing your clothes to see if they’re clean enough to wear again.
- The necessity of creating a “bathroom protocol” for when you … don’t pee, which obviously doesn’t apply to me, since girls don’t poop
- All awkward bodily function moments possibly imaginable
- Being made fun of for crying/yelling over the most recent Mistresses plot twist [sidenote- BEST SHOW ON TV RIGHT NOW]
Love is awesome, and I am corny and mushy. The end.
L
