Though I should have spent today preparing for my
Botany exam; reviving myself back into reality after this “I’m sick” stint has
overcome me. I deemed today as laundry day owing to the fact that the pile of
laundry in the corner of our humble apartment has become overwhelmingly taller
than usual. This in and of itself is quite odd since I feel like I have been
plastered into the same sweat pants for the better part of the weekend.
Justin took off for his parents’ house first thing
this morning. We had a brief conversation about all of the towels being dirty
before his departure. He (the rapscallion) assured me that his "brown towel" was
still in the closet; clean and ready to be used.[1] I
snagged the first opportunity I could at the community Laundromat in our
complex. I firstly started a load of towels since we were running so low. I
then decided to take a shower. I had forgotten that I took all of the towels
out of the bathroom so I made my way to the closet, soaking wet, only to find a
brown hand towel. I am quite sure it is the very hand towel that was used for
wiping toothpaste debris off your face at the conclusion of brushing teeth from
when Justin lived in his own apartment… I question whether it was ever washed.
The damn thing barely dried me but I managed because
that is what you do in tough times… you make things happen with the shit you
have. I may or may not have angrily rolled my wet body around on Justin’s side
of the bed as a form of payback however my antics will most likely go unnoticed
since several hours have passed since the incident and he has yet to return from his parents. I won’t bore you with the
rest of my cleaning and grooming stories. Just know this… No matter how sick
you are, do not leave your hair up all weekend long. You will get a knot bigger than a softball in it.
[1]
Hindsight; could it be that Justin was attempting to repay me with the towel
charade for the agony I caused him this weekend??? I only snore when I am sick
but let me tell you I woke myself up several times from snoring loudly or
attempting to swallow my own tongue (gray area I am not sure what was really
taking place). Undoubtedly, I must have awoken him as well, either from the
snores or the bear hymns I was singing.
PS here are some photos of some flowers I received earlier in the week.
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| I think any girl is excited to have one of these boxes on their doorstep. Imagine my delight when I had two waiting for me. |
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| Roses for our anniversary |
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| Tulips and whatever those purple things are called (maybe if I studied for Botany I would know) for my Birthday |
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