So, today I started writing a business plan. I figure if my music is going to reach millions, I should get up before noon and put my pants on. So far, so good.
In the spirit of planning, I also have found joy in scheming..I mean, if I can skyrocket my career by just a little focus and some rolling out of changes..well think what I could do to my boyfriend?
So, the current struggle is our sleeping arrangements. I have my own home and so does he. I have a queen size bed. He has a child-size twin bed. This is an "upgrade" from when he didn't have a bed at all. So, in essence, I should be thankful. (?) I could go into all the reasons why I have put up with it for so long, mostly due to his hands down stellar personality and winning boyfriend skills (ahem)but that's neither here nor there at this point. When I broach the subject with him he simply states " I don't see what's so bad about it, I find it very comfortable...besides, beds are expensive." I know. I BOUGHT ONE.
But I digress...I needed to put a genius scheme into effect. You see, whenever I have the misfortune of spending the night in this lumpy, saggy, ancient mattress set, I have a "side". His side is against the wall so who do you think ends up on the floor every night? Yours truly. So, I simply stole into his bed the other night early, citing a legitimate tummy ache and proceded to occupy HIS side. Partly, because I couldn't BEAR the thought of another sleepless night and mostly because I knew one night on my "side" might be the push he needed to realize, this will not do.
I slept like a baby. He almost wordlessly left for work the next day. By the end of the day, on the phone to me, he says:
"Man, I had a thought this morning...you know, g, I might need to get a real bed."
You don't say.
Mission accompolished. Next is his bathroom. First we take Manhattan...then we take Berlin.
x-g
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
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