Blogs and eggs don't mix

Note to self: The boyfriend's blogging is cycle-dependent... mine, apparently.

Me: Hey, you don't blog anymore.
Him: I don't want to make you cry.
Me: But they're happy tears! You can make me cry as long as they're happy tears.
Him: Yeah, I'll blog... eventually. Actually I'm just trying to avoid the emo streak.
Me: ?
Him: You know... when you're done ovulating.

Ok, this relationship is getting complicated. Heh.

P.S. Done! You can blog now =P

Love, me

To family, friends and my dearest significant other... to all those I love and those who love me (I hope this works both ways!)... to lovers and dreamers... Happy Valentine's Day! ;)

His name is Eric

He makes me laugh. He tells me I'm beautiful all the time. He sings to me when we're alone. (He calls me up at 6am just to sing 'You Are My Sunshine'!!!) He tucks my hair behind my ear and then kisses me on the nose ;)

He quietly takes my bags so I won't have to carry them. He's not afraid to carry my handbag (though I don't let him do this too often!). He patiently waits for me and never ever complains. He spends an hour sending me home, and then another hour getting back to his place.

He keeps me from getting lost. He gives hugs freely. He says the sweetest things - and really means them.

His name is Eric. He's the boyfriend who rocks.