So today, after he drops off my wireless router (who wants to help me set it up?) I rush to the mirror.
Do I look hot?
No, I do not.
An apron over a sweatshirt is not a "look,"
there is what looks like a mosquito bite right on the bridge of my nose next to my eye. I am definitely the un-hot side of things today. That look he was giving me was not "ooh desperate housewife" it was "what the fuck is that on her eye."
I just hope it is in fact a mosquito bite and not commonreader's impetigo.
And since it's my anniversary week, I'm going to give a little shout-out to the insitution of marriage. Knowing that I'm able get laid tonight no matter where a mosquito decides to sting me is truly a cornerstone of civilization.