if only I could sleep like this little guy
On the most uncomfortable rock hard futon I’ve ever met in my life.
How does he do it? He is amazing.
(side story: Ross’ mom had a pottery barn catalog out on the kitchen table and a futon was earmarked,
OF course i got excited
I asked if she was replacing the futon upstairs, without missing a beat she replies “No!” i liked the coffee table, awesome, i was so sad for my bum good story though)
Good times in Vermont being sick
OH YEAH BABY!
gettin down with the fevah
or is it up?
around 102.8 you say?
If it wasn’t for Ross in my life I don’t know how I could have taken care of Wyatt and myself. I could barely get off the couch without shaking, and still shaking but burning up at the same time,
it’s such a great feeling to wake up in a pool of your own sweat and to get back in bed with cold sweaty clothes on.
Gross?
I’d say so.
Ross stepped up to the plate in so many unimaginable ways and was just there for me.
And for that?
I’d give him the world.
Or an awesome booty call when I feel better and am less of a jerk.
I think he would like that.
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