Is it bad that when Jason said to me, "I'm going to be gone on your birthday, I'm sorry" the only thing I could think was, "He's going to be gone! Yay! I can have mexican food!"?
That's probably bad. Right?
I love him. I adore him. And sometimes I really like it when he's not here.
I really like having the bed to myself. I really like taking my time when I take a walk. I really like having a long, hot bath and not having to worry about the water. I like having the ability to do laundry whenever I want. I like having mexican food, in the living room, with the television on. I like NOT watching any news and ONLY watching crap like Lifetime Television and WE.
I don't want him gone forever. But I find two or three days at a time of him being gone to be quite enjoyable.
Maybe I suck. Maybe I'm normal.
Mexican at my house this week! Woot!