You know what’s not so fun? Getting a call from my boyfriend that starts, “I had a little incident at work today.”
You know what is fun? Trying to have a normal conversation with him while he’s all looped up on muscle relaxers. “Boobies!” was randomly exclaimed at least once.
I love that man…
(He’s fine, and if there’s YouTube video of The Incident one of us will be sure to share, but it involved a beer truck and a ramp and HIS BODY… And you wonder why I am so anxious to leave France. Can you even freaking HANDLE that I am not there to take care of him?!! Well, I can’t!!!!)