Hi, Journal!
The 168th thing I love about my boyfriend is when he lives dangerously. Like, sometimes it will be bedtime and he'll be like, "Uh oh, when's the last time I cleaned the catbox?" And then he says, "I really don't want to do it now. I'm sure it will be fine until morning." I'm less brave, because when I hear that, sometimes I'll be like, "I'll just sleep over here on the loveseat then," on account of not wanting an angry cat peeing right next to my head in the middle of the night.
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