False Alarm! Romance Lives...

OK, no misleading blog titles today...that was mean of me, and I apologize sincerely...

Munchkin decided not to end her lengthy and torrid romance yesterday, and seems like she is committed to a long term future (meaning like 3 more days, at least). It's really cute, he calls the house for her and always asks "Hi, this is Dreamboat, may I please speak with Munchkin?" and then they chat for a minute and that's it. For now it's cute...but this boy thing could get out of control quickly. She is gonna be a hottie...

Provided she doesn't break up with him today (or him with her), we will have to get him something for Valentine's day. Maybe we can bake something for him tonight.

So, I did something yesterday that I should do much, much, much, much more often. I stole The Boy away from work for a long lunch and we spent a solid mid-day hour in my bed. You have heard of the "Three Martini Lunch"? Well, that has nothing on the two orgasm lunch... Even though I had a horrible time getting out of bed to go back to work, I wish I could take an hour and a half for lunch everyday... It's amazing how much work gets in the way of all of life's fun stuff.

Chalk that up to one more benefit of living two blocks from work.

One last thing...Munchkin and I sprawled out head-to-toe on the couch and under a blanket last night. I was checking some emails (and chatting with Ally:-)) and Munchkin was reading. She fell asleep and I made a note that I would wake her up in a bit and bring her to bed. At about 9:15 I got myself a drink and turned the lights off to watch the rest of Heroes. After the show ended, I closed my eyes for a second...and next thing I knew...a groggy Munchkin was shaking me awake at 2:00 in the morning.

Oops! And I am a big baby and made he sleep with me...SHR is away for a couple days and I get sort of scared sometimes...hee hee...

Anywho...busy day catching up on all the stuff that I didn't do yesterday while I was busy chatting, reading blogs, playing on the Internet and fucking my boyfriend. Phooey.