Where I got it:
-Okay I flippin pounded my Valentine's Day candy and now Josh's box lay open, on my nightstand. It taunts me. Like every single moment of the day. He likes to take his time, and has only eaten ONE of his chocolates. He's a snacker/sipper/basically takes his time doing everything.
So every day I ask him if he's going to eat those chocolates as I eye the vanilla creme and he always says, "yeaaaaah I'll get around to it". I think he just feels bad that I got him candy when he's not a big fan. But in all honestly, I don't care! When I ask if he's going to be eating those inside I'm thinking "please, for the love of-just give me your candy!" Because let's face it. All candy that's in a heart shaped box goes straight to your boobs and no where else. After all, it's in a "I love you" box, which means those little round chocolates go down with love.
Am I right? C'mon. I'm right. All Valentine's Day candy goes straight to your girly goods.
-I have this guilty pleasure. Anytime I'm all caught up on my internship, the blog, and all my shows, I turn on netflix and watch Shark Week. For a few hours until Josh comes home. It's a lovely moment, where I can sip a Dr.Pep's and feed my fear of deep water and getting attacked by a shark.
It's probably not healthy, considering I have had reoccurring nightmares that a great white shark grabs me by the jugular. But there's something so fascinating and terrifying about those creatures. Must. Keep. Watching. And there you have it-my guilty pleasure.
-Did I ever tell you guys Josh lost his wallet? Yeah, this isn't a one time thing either. Well, with me, being me, I called and canceled all of his cards, because I just knew some vindictive thief had their hands on it and we'd never see it again.
Fast forward two weeks, to the other day. In walks Josh's cousin holding his wallet. Apparently Josh was driving one of their cars and left it in there, and while time passed on clothes, food boxes etc. got thrown over it and finally someone came upon it.
Josh being his overly optimistic self just smiles and woohoo's and tells me he knew it'd show up. Sigh. Men.
PS congratulations to Nicole Thompson Matteri for winning the Jamberry Nail Art Giveaway!