Melting...Like Butta

Thursday evening I had what was the inevitable first break down of the semester. I was stressed with finals, lack of room mate respect, the anticipation of cooking B dinner, and other philosophical questions such as 'what is fulfillment?,' 'do I have a purpose?,' and 'will I ever be creative and making money?'

(By the way, if anyone does have answers to these questions, please post them as soon as possible!)

I wasn't fully over the shock to my emotional system when B arrived last night. My cooking performance, taking a total of 2 hours, should have been showcased on youtube as 'The Domestically Challenged.'

We sat down to eat, and 2 of the 3 dishes came out decently well. I was pretty unhappy with the the main course, but B seemed pleased...or, did a good job faking it. We both commiserated over stresses and our strong desire for a little R&R. I cleaned up dessert, and it wasn't long before we were standing under the mistle toe...

I won't get into the rest of the 'barf worthy' evening. But, you could say we are a bit more than casual...and, B promised he's in it for real this time. To leave you all with a little vomit in your mouths...

'This is the best night I've had in a very, very long time.' - B