Three blogs in three hours...can you HANDLE that Internet? CAN YOU?

Maybe it's the weather. You know how animals get all frisky and hyper and jump around a lot when the weather cools down? Like the heat was this oppressing weight on their souls, but then when the cool temperatures come in, it's like their souls are free to prance and gallop through the heavenly meadows of bliss and beauty?

Yeah, it's kinda like that.

Florida hasn't seen a fall season in like a million years, and I really hope we get one this year. Because weather like this makes me really happy happy.

So anyways...

He made the bed.

Even if the blue part was where the brown part is supposed to go, he still made it.

Sometimes I can be really meticulous about things (I prefer "meticulous" over "anal"...thanks). Like in writing for example, sometimes I'll get out of bed in the middle of the night to change just one word on a paper. Or like when my room is clean, like it is now, and I have to have the bed made JUST THIS WAY, and if it isn't made JUST THIS WAY I stress a little.

Boyfriend spent the night last night, and I told him asked him very politely to make the bed in the morning before he left. But he said he doesn't make beds, and that maybe he'd throw the sheets on and THATS. ALL. And that maybe he'd shoot his fart gun at the bed and then the bed might make itself. (he didn't quite say that last one, but he could have, he really really could have, he owns a fart gun, semiautomatic, AKA he puts his hands together like you see the 4yr olds do, and shoots it making fart noises. It's fun for all, really.

So tonight I went home, eager to make the unmade bed, even though I'd be sleeping in it in a little over three hours and it would get messed up anyways, and what do you know? It was already made. Pretty.

Don't you just love boyfriends sometimes? I do.

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I just saw my cat do a somersault. Like a full blown frontal somersault. I must be right about this weather.