Birthday... in Book of M...

Tomorrow is M’s birthday. Today I made him a birthday lunch. Meatloaf, mashed potatoes and gravy, and green beans. He doesn’t even like meatloaf, but he loves my meatloaf. Followed by a reese cup cheesecake that I made for him last night. It turned out really well. He really enjoyed it. And I enjoy seeing him happy.

I fixed a lot of food because that’s just how I am, but it ended up being just the 2 of us eating. I packed up the rest of the leftovers and sent them home with him because he’s going to be off the next 2 days. He said he could probably eat on leftovers for the next 3 days. I like guys that don’t have a problem eating leftovers.

Afterwards I washed dishes and he dried. Then he kinda towel whipped me with the slightly damp towel. It was cute. He’s such an adorable tease. A teasing flame… and I’m a retarded moth. That hasn’t given up on a happily ever after, but not the storybook kind. It’s not a Disney movie, but he can be my Prince Eric anytime.

While we were sitting in the break room my boss came in. There was some talking about me making M fat. He claims he needs to lose weight. I’m of the opinion that I don’t think he weighs but approximately 200 lbs. That’s basically what I weigh, but I’m a girl and carry my weight differently. So then of course he thinks that if I weigh 200 then he must weigh more. And then my boss says I’m little and have little legs and I just entirely disagree. I think I have big thighs and calves. I need to lose some of my belly. And admittedly I’m fairly top heavy and can’t help that. But then the conversation changed to kids and how neither me or M have kids and how we’re behind. It was just a little odd. There have been a couple of times when I’ve mentioned going to a fertility clinic to have a baby and M has jokingly offered to donate. I told him sure he can help me make a baby. Lol.

It was snowing here earlier… need to see if it stuck at all. Also need to fold and put away laundry, but I really don’t want to. Guess it’s time to get up and get busy. I really just want to cuddle in bed, but no one to cuddle.