I realized when I ended an argument with Nick the other day by using the line, "Oh shut up, Stewie Pajamas," that maybe I shouldn't have been such a bluff before. Love is: leaving your partner's beloved nightwear in the free bin downstairs, then pretending the cat ate them when he hunts for them after work.
On a lighter note, we've been getting a ton of RSVP's back and I'm starting to get antsy. 50 days.
Now, I'm off to a weekend of overpriced Rubies, Fleet Foxes, and bad reality TV.
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