25 5 / 2013
Chris and I are in bed under blankets because it is a bit chilly. We decide to play crazy eight countdown because I recently showed him the game and now he loves playing it. During the game I go to the bathroom and upon returning I have no idea what number I am at, was it six or five? Also, we needed to shuffle the deck before the person that was supposed to go next picked up a card and we had no idea if it was Chris or myself. Neither of us could remember what the hell was happening so we laughed for a while and I was like “Fine I guess I am at six.” Feeling defeated since Chris was already at four or something too far ahead. We kept messing up the entire game and laughing more. By the end of it we started a new game and we were like, “Maybe we should get a pen and paper to write down which number we are at.” But could not find one so relied solely on our memory which is none too good. Good times with the boyfriend.
During this time the cat was taking up most of the queen size bed.