Last night I headed over to Matt's place after riding Isabella. After arriving, I warned him that I was pretty cranky. I was dirty, on my period, and just got done driving through evening traffic in San Francisco. He was so sweet to me.. making me strip of my clothes (oohhh LALA!) and giving me some nice clean, comfy sweats to put on. That instantly made me feel 100% better.

We settled in for an evening of Champions of Norrath and entertained each other with stupid little jokes and basically acting juvenile and playful as per norm. We breaked for dinner and I insisted he read my blog. "Did you read my blog page yet??" "No" "Why not?? Read it! Read it now!" "Ok. Pisshhh.. I already knew that story." "I know but still.. you have to READ IT!" "" He puts up with my childish behavior quite well. Especially noted when I was yelling "LOOK AT ME!! LOOOK AT MEEEEE!! Loookatme, lookatme, lookatme" as he was trying to read his email. When he'd turn around I'd show him a big glob of pudding half-eaten in my mouth. I told him to look multiple times, and he did each time and laughed - a true sign of a boyfriend that loves you. :D