Saturday, May 10, 2008

"It wasn't me"

I've been contemplating making a blog forever, but it wasn't until I started obsessively compiling other people's blogs that I realized I needed one, if only to have a way to organize all of my links to other people's blogs. I also really, really like stationery, monograms, Lilly Pulitzer, sparkles, baking, and vacations.

The basics:
I'm 21.
I have a boyfriend, C, who I've been dating for almost 7 months, who is 27. Our personalities are completely opposite, and about 90% of the time, it works pretty darn okay.
I work at Lilly Pulitzer, but I haven't always been a Lilly Lover - I hadn't been able to afford it until very late in high school and now in college, so I'm kind of like one of those people who moves to a new city and then becomes a little too obsessed with the local sports teams, buys all of the jerseys, and decorates their house in memorabilia.
C & I are moving in together in July, in a 'luxury apartment complex' about 5 minutes away from where his apartment is now. This means I've spent money on Lilly placemats, Lilly pillows, and Lilly towels. His current decorating scheme is black, dark blue, and more black, so since I'm not going for the whole 80's neon + black color scheme, we're going to have a few upcoming "discussions" about what stays and what goes.

Now, the point of this entry:
Last night, C was snoring up a storm. Like the kind where it's this inhaling sniffle that kind of bothers you in the back of your mind, but you try and match your breathing to it so maybe it will become soothing, and then the exhale comes and it's SO LOUD YOU FEEL LIKE THERE IS A PIG ROOTING FOR TRUFFLES NEXT TO YOU IN THE BED!

Normally, I reach over and hold his nose, so his mouth will eventually pop open and he'll roll himself over to avoid my torture. Last night, unfortunately, little C had decided to snore with his mouth open, so holding his nose while I forced his mouth shut was my only option. Somehow, he
still managed to snore (and breathe, which now that I think about it, must have been difficult), so I finally gave in, shook him, and said "Babe, stop snoring". Well, being C, he comes back at me with this lovely: "It wasn't me."

IT WASN'T ME?

Please tell me, C, who else was in our bed last night, because I would
really like to know.

2 comments:

N M B said...

The boys? It's tornado aftermath I tell ya! DB lasted all of maybe 2 months. THAT was a mistake. Bama Boy was actually a coworker who ended up moving away. I'm very glad that he did, NOW, because he was immature, needy, and acted like a chick. Country...the current hot piece of ass that I claim as my own....good LORD. Look at my last few entries. He's great. 100% AMAZING MAN. So they're three different guys. Two mistakes and finally a real man! Thanks for stopping by my blog! I'll be sure to bookmark yours so I can read more when I have more time!

Mr and Mrs. Stoneking said...

I love this very first post... I'm going to have to read more into this C guy... here I go!