The term has gotten on my nerves for years, but now as an adult, I would think it would slink away with its tail between its legs. But that would to easily accommodate me wouldn’t it? So when I woke up this morning and rolled over to greet Scott’s bed hair and scruffy face, he smiled and said, “tgif” I shoved him out of the bed. It make have been a slight overreaction, but as you may not know, I am not a morning person at all. He laughed for a full minute, spread-eagle on the floor, before laying on top of me and the covers on the bed, pinning me down. “What’s wrong with you this morning, twisted knickers?”

This made me laugh because he’s made my love of the group Twisted Sisters into a nickname for me when I’m acting bitchy. He kissed my forehead, because morning breath trumps any morning activities, before going to take a shower. I, of course, went back to sleep until the aromatic, intoxicating scent of coffee pulled me out of the warmth of Scott’s flannel sheets.

 I waved him off, and possibly might have done some kissing that would have been considered lewd in public areas, and I went back to my apartment to get dressed for work. This meant that I tossed on some jeans, a cute long sleeve t-shirt, my warm Timberland boots, and a brown wool peacoat. I went into work bound and determined to do a little as possible. Web surf on the old laptop, empty email, gossip with Jesse, etc.

It was amazing, but I actually got away with doing nothing. I answered employee questions when they popped up, delegated work out like a pro, and even managed to avoid a Hauser run-in. Damn, I’m good. 

It’s Friday, but I have nothing planned. Movies, dinner, makeout like a teen at a high school party maybe, but I definitely will not be leaving my apartment building tonight. Hermitsville, population: 2 adults full of teenage mentality. hahaha