I'm still not used to this "living with other humans" thing, but today may have been my most embarrassing moment so far since I moved in with my boyfriend (code name: "Saint" since he was named for a saint).
I walked through the kitchen on my way upstairs and noticed the jar of Cheez Whiz on the counter (his). I started talking out loud as I climbed the stairs:
"Cheese Wiz. Cheese Wizard. Wizard of CheeeeeEEEEeeeeeeeeEEEEEeeeeeesEEEEEEse!"
And from above me I hear
"Uh -- what?" And there he is at the top of the stairs. Heard every bit of it. Thinks I'm a freak. Loves me anyway.
I didn't realize how much I talk to myself until I moved in here.
1 comment:
At least it doesn't sound like you are boring!
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