Oh Boy, what a night

No, not that kind of night - sadly. I wouldn't have minded but Boyfriend came home stinking of beer (not my favourite smell) but thankfully he did not smell of cigarettes, thanks to the smoke in public places ban that began on July 1st, and he more or less crawled into bed. He wasn't drunk but tired.

I followed pursuit some minutes later and lo and behold! He was curled up in a foetal position - under the duvet - and there was some "odd" movements going on under there...

Me: "hey, what the hell are you doing? Are you...? That would be pretty darn rude and not to mention horribly crude!!"
Boyfriend: "Aaargh! I'm not .....! Don't be ridiculous! I'm just tearing off some toenails..."
Me: "oh... WHAT?!!! That is even worse! That's disgusting beyond belief! How dare you? This relationship is going to hell! There are things you just don't do and cutting toenails in bed is vomit inducing behaviour! GO! GET OUT and you'd better pray that nothing is left behind, you filthy shit! We need some boundaries!"
Boyfriend: "I'm not cutting my toenails, I'm tearing them off... You're such a prissy, Ems!"
Me: "Cutting -tearing?! I don't care! Just go, go, GO!"
Boyfriend: "Aaargh! I need to get up in 6,5 hours and I'm tired!"
Me: "F*I*L*T*H*Y!!! That's what you are!"
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I obviously need to be more strict with his house-training. And so much for me rambling on how much fun we have together (read previous post). I regret being too tired to make a point in which I should have made him sleep on the futon in the spare bedroom. He's in even worse trouble than before - so he's got a looong way to grovel before he's back to a neutral position.

The nightmares I had earlier this morning can surely be traced back to a toenail-cutting-in-bed monster with backhair.

I need to think of a proper punishment!