i love my life.
my work is pretty awesome, if not a little hard on the lower back. but i am getting wicked guns these days from endlessly pounding on dough, which means those kids down at the middle school have some serious competition come arm-wrestling season.
i spent most of tonight drinking beer and trying desperately to beat my wonderful girlfriend at pinball. she's getting wicked good. and that only marginally threatens my masculinity. mostly, it makes me happy that we can spend 2 hours playing pinball, and she doesn't get bored or give up. she's a fighter, that one.
plus, we made extremely inappropriate jokes about j. edgar hoover.
how could i not love this girl?
my work is pretty awesome, if not a little hard on the lower back. but i am getting wicked guns these days from endlessly pounding on dough, which means those kids down at the middle school have some serious competition come arm-wrestling season.
i spent most of tonight drinking beer and trying desperately to beat my wonderful girlfriend at pinball. she's getting wicked good. and that only marginally threatens my masculinity. mostly, it makes me happy that we can spend 2 hours playing pinball, and she doesn't get bored or give up. she's a fighter, that one.
plus, we made extremely inappropriate jokes about j. edgar hoover.
how could i not love this girl?
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mrcrisp:
i, uh, <3 you too? 