well my boy looked after me last night.
i didn’t (and i still don’t) feel too crash hot.
But i’ll survive…
but my boy cooked me brinner. For those of you who didn’t watch scrubs, brinner is breakfast for dinner.
So he cooked me bacon, eggs, mushrooms, tomato, and toast. The toast was complete with an Invader Zim reference (“i’m making Toast!” another reason i love this boy)
He hang my shelves, cooked me dinner, and made my lunch for today all whilst i watched a Bond flick and whinged.
thank you my love.