He lets me convince him into playing Skipbo.
(Even though I beat him horribly *almost* every time)
I'm practically afraid of yeast.
We were both dying for some pizza.
He so nobly got the recipe from his mom (thanks, Grandma Carol!)
and made literally the best pizza I've ever tasted.
(Granted it might have been because it was 10 at night and I was starving, but still)
He lets me do girly things to his face and document it.
This time, it's this lip buffer stuff.
He kisses me with said lip buffer stuff on, and though it grosses me out...
He says we should do it.
Love you, Love!
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