Happiness. It's such a nice word but what does it mean? Does it mean lots and lots of money? Perhaps. Does it mean having a job that you like? Perhaps. What about friends and family? Surely that ought to mean a lot. Does happiness mean waking up next to Mr. Snore Machine after yet another sleep deprived night and still think "I love him so much!" or is it simply enough to be able to refrain oneself from strangling said person with his own tongue? Well, the latter is definitely happiness for him.
No, he's not that bad, and I don't really mind him snoring. It excuses the slight kick, the nipple pinch and finally the somewhat more violent pushing to get him to turn on his side and those sort of opportunities don't really come along all too often.
To add on to why he isn't all that bad and provides me with happiness (cheesy) is that he has agreed to sit down and watch/listen to ESC tomorrow. It goes against everything he believes in but he's doing it for me... Awww, ain't love grand?
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Don't forget the puppy eyes he does so well... Luckily there's no one here to make me watch the show and besides I'm attending a party for my friend who turned 30 today. Hope it'll be a fab time for all of us!
I'll have to quote what miss e once said "he's a slipper!"... No, I don't think so. Honestly! Tell him I said hi.
As for me, I'll be reading the National Tests while T(from work) watches speedway on TV here... Sounds lovely, doesn't it!?
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