Someday I might meet her. For now he's avoiding it. Something about my bestie knowing everyone in town and liking to gossip a tiny bit.
The Boyfriend is working on my brakes. It is within his abilities - a broken brake line. So we'll have a good ole time in the mancave tonight. If you call a good time bleeding brakes. If you've never had the pleasure it's comparable to doing calf raises - for three straight hours. Which kind of makes us even in the sexual favors owed department - yes? Not that I'm trying to back out - just make things more equitable.
Oh and remember that box of twine? I pulled it out of the car last night and the boyfriend is totally coveting my twine. See - I told you twine was some useful shit.
It's a lot of twine.
Also in the interests of full disclosure - I am dating the most awesome man on earth. This is an actual text convo we had today about my brakes.
Me: How are you making out?
Me: I was going to stop on my way home to help but I had a coughing fit. I have to go home and change my pants first.
Him: Ok. You need brake fluid.